(Celtic relationship to earth,air and water that allows the human to literally hear the earth singing)

And what would they be hearing today
the ancient mothers of my race
No songs of exultation now
but cries of anguish.

Of all invasions
there are none worse
than those who take the trees
and leave alas
just rock and turf

The great perversity of
that race
who killed the gentle man
upon a tree
and then rode
forth to kill yet more
crossing seas to do it.

Rome burned
and yet we’ve worshipped
through the years
the sword and ax of
Spread the ashes everywhere
and filled the seas with poison.

Mad fallen race for whom
the sun and stars
were not enough
nor generous trees
who breathed for them.

Anne J Ryan