Omagh 1999: where god came he was queried and same fourteen men met twenty one
Balaam walked over coals a second time [function, verse, form] looking from a blood let mountain top the turned-white tent-tops glistened in whistle-wind before breaking cochlea
had they heard the true name a plague/seven on rabid gentiles with this the hand grew tame and Balaam descended but would not defy Israel
angering highest children, highest rank, diligent princes of Moab.
the answer could be seen: smoke of kings rising in the desert for god is not man was not meant and priests a vessel for commanded lust that commandment could field rank, and rank be dull as sandstone fielded like a king’s shout.
where a lion roars vultures scatter leaving seven stones and memories of Leinster.