On Patrick Begley Poem by Cainneach Rua

The silent walls wherein he slept
Are quieter still today
Where on a stone and straw
Out-stretched the hermit's body lay
The lull of concrete
And squalks of corn crakes
Wishing all imaginings away
Of Patrick's world
Of thoughts and ventures untrekked
Filling caverns of the hermit's mind
And spent his days
In solitude of that kind
How sad to think of death
To come as that it did to him
Of good undone and years to come
As a candle's light is dimmed
How greater still to think
Of broken promises made
Of vows and gift to sink
And fervour decayed