So I just picked up Seamus Heaney On Broken Ground Opened at a random page I like him Or should say love him For exuding the Irish culture In me too This Ugolino was morbid though Nothing Irish about it Unless he meant to make connotations As if it were allegory A nod to the horrors Of famine Of war Cozthat is Irish history And the thirst for justice Is in the Irish DNA too Peace now No time to raise a startled heart Over a poem. It's a bit like the book title, Opened Ground. Opened wounds Opened Sores. Best treat them with the oil He had Laid in the tomb Love, live, and love some more Not Flare the heart with a celtic war cry, Like a flailing, bloodthirsty Ugolino Best let old dogs die.