A place in stasis, where time is stalled
Ancient mazes, and trunk-thick walls
Even the drunkest thick applauds
Offering plaudits to ancestors, whose ancient Gods
Were of field and forest, bring hods to the old bog
Bring the nippleless king, seeking the sog; all this and more I saw
At the Hillfort in Rathgall
The sheer scale that I recall
Galling almost
Gaels calling out
Foremost there among furze and ferns
In furs, interning the bones burnt
Gilded chariot serving as hearse
Girdled by weeping nursemaids, who since birth
Knew his moods, and poets whose inflating words and exciting verbs
Had bawling babe an heroic brave turned
Now the sod is turned, to underrealms returned
Per his contract’s terms
Upon the rock, a wizened seer daubs muck, blood and sperm.
Alchemisland 
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