Romany
Roaming
in Antrim, you must
have come from good stock
the skirt around you
the genes coding for scraps
scraps of protection
from clinical death
or boredom
grinds that
punish and take time
you pushed the boundaries
human boundaries
the surprising scales
of doing
As noise
gets louder
towards
the apparent stop
Fire
You un-knowing the Holy Spirit
makes your achievements miraculous