Dominic J. Sweeney
These columns have thundered on too long.
We find them braced among seaports
laid in provincial town centres
and crowned upon mountain scapes.
Scattered olive trees skew
time; locked on its circle.
Achieves only faint discolourations
barely erodes ridges and inconsequential decoration.
It’s beyond hope! you explain
these passing humans cast these structures
withhold this stone maze.
Do not care for these binding traditions
if lacking the strength to strike
beautiful ruins once conquered
Offerings of broken marble
what do they reveal in your open hands?
Dominic J. Sweeney is from Donegal, Ireland. Besides poetry, he enjoys a simple life of working in a Greek restaurant while learning the language at his own pace. He was most recently longlisted in the An Cúirt New Writing Prize 2023 and mentored by Grace Wilentz in collaboration with The Gallery Press.
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