Dispassion.

The earth was a rich red clotted blood.
The sky burned and all the people were
warmth weary and brown.

The women washed age-worn clothes
and the men, with their opal-black eyes,
their detached stares,
tended goats.

The breeze carried their bell chimes far into the hills
of cork and scrub and dissatisfied dreams.

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