Seamus Heaney Quote

This morning from a dewy motorwayI saw the new camp for the internees:A bomb had left a crater of fresh clayIn the roadside, and over in the treesMachine-gun posts defined a real stockade.There was that white mist you get on a low groundAnd it was deja-vu, some film madeOf Stalag 17, a bad dream with no sound.Is there a life before death? That's chalked upIn Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,Coherent miseries, a bite and sup:we hug our little destiny again.-Whatever You Say Say Nothing