The river begins
To flow away from dark Cong,
Back up the mountain.
I am swimming now
But Cong’s dark pool’s pulling me
Back to my first hour.
Sound the name ” Conga ”
Time spools backwards like a film
( Towards Fionn and his men )
The great gong of Cong,
Struck, stroked by a jazz wire-brush
Or merely hanging
Up visiting Cong
My evening began to flow
Backwards to morning
FRANK CORCORAN
Conga , is
An t-am ag dul
Siar
GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK