On the second day
the sun shone warm and
a bus driver crossed himself
at St Marnock's
and the heaven felt
great-red over Balscadden Bay
I was able to reach it
but not to still my hunger

Yet we loved each other
in silent despair
The second night -

The third morning was
numb and vain
and we got into a bus
Willbrook return, please
and a ship moved out
to Dublin Bay while the
electric light of the
blue telephone box
near East Link
turned on
The last night-