Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case.
When we are high and airy hundreds say
that if we hold that flight they'll leave the place,
While those same hundreds mock another day
because we have made our art of common things,
so bitterly, you'd dream they longed to look
all their lives through into some drift of wings.
You've dandled them and fed them from the book
and know them to the bone; impart to us