Seamus Heaney Quote

And you, Tacitus,observe how I make my groveon an old crannogpiled by the fearful dead:a desolate peace.Our mother groundin sour with the bloodof her faithful,they lie garglingin her sacred heartas the legions starefrom the ramparts.Come back to this 'island of the ocean'where nothing will suffice.Read the inhumed facesof casualty and victim;report us fairly,how we slaughterfor the common goodand shave the headsof the notorious,how the goddess swallowsour love and terror.- Kinship