There is risk and truth to yourselves and the world before you. - Seamus Heaney

words...To lure the tribal shoals to epigram / And order.

The hall towered,
its gables wide and high and awaiting
a barbarous burning. That doom abided,
but in time it would come

People so staunch and true, they're fixated,
Shining with self-regard like polished stones.
And their whole life spent admiring themselves
For their own long-suffering.
Licking their wounds
And flashing them around like decorations.
I hate it, I always hated it, and I am
A part of it myself.