Cathal McCabe

Three Poems

The End of the World
(Homage to Andrei Tarkovsky)

I have left them behind,
camped around
the television, their faces
flickering in the gloom,

to walk the shore
in the still-warm
night. Tomorrow will see
the end of the world

and, with it, the end
of TV and sand;
these swallows – or martins –
the sky where they shone,

our millions of stars!
(All the places
we never saw! And now, it’s sure,
never will, being gone…)

My one child lies curled
asleep upstairs
where I part the curtains
to look at the sea.


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