Drinkers of the
  Western World

   Steve MacDonogh, uit
   By Dingle Bay and Blasket Sound

   Brandon Press, Dingle, 1991

Night reared dark horse
warm southerly gale;

trees hedges moved urgently
against us the wind.

Distance hitting our drunkenness

would be luck house finding us rather than ditch

moonlessness wrongfooting us
one step off the road;

which way back when hedges end
bog treelessness.

Unimpeded sound of force
wind breaking through nothing;

senseless battering drained;

even cottage light heartslifting
unbelievable before wind.

Finally in can only gasp at it.