hurtling from
the airport down
the mountain road
past barbed wire
snagged with
plastic bags
fields of scrap
and thistle
farmyards
from the edge
of the plateau
my eye zooms
into the clarity
of Belfast
streets
shipyards
domes
theatres
British Army
helicopter
poised
motionless
at last
I see everything
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