Flamingo silk. New ruff,
the ivory ghost
of a halter. Chestnut curls,
*
commas behind the ear.
"Taller, by half a head,
than my Lord Walsingham."
*
His Devon-cream brogue,
malt eyes. New cloak
mussed in her mud.
*
The Queen leans forward,
a rosy envelope of civet.
A cleavage
*
whispering seed pearls.
Her own sleeve
rubs that speck of dirt
*
on his cheek. Three thousand
ornamental fruit baskets
swing in the smoke.
*
"It is our pleasure
to have our servant trained
some longer time
*
in Ireland." Stamp out
marks of the Irish.
Their saffron smocks.
*
All curroughs, bards
and rhymers. Desmonds
and Fitzgeralds
*
stuck on low spikes,
an avenue of heads to
the war tent.
*
Kerry timber
sold to the Canaries.
Pregnant girls
*
hung in their own hair
on city walls. Plague
crumpling gargoyles
*
through Munster. "They spoke
like ghosts crying
out of their graves."