making black coffee Eavan Boland
toasting a biscuit Eavan Boland
spilling hot coffee while
walking in your poems
Eavan Boland died Monday
in Dublin in Dublin two maps
mother daughter wife professor
provocateur poet
You gave me the dead end roads
where lies my heritage hid in verdant
tangles and rocky highlands where
blighted potatoes rotted
where my starving slave ancestors
cut roads with no end in sight
died shovels in hands rocks
in hands left to rot where they fell
You versed our stories
gave we women place
within the Irish canon
where Heaney and Yeats
and their brothers live on
where you now dwell
April 29, 2020
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