The same childhood at the end 
Of the road as at the beginning

 The same heiroglyphic bird word

 Fish of the sea my work is for you
I made this poem for a thing to do

 The laugh-cry of some 'traveling man' 
Building mud towers in the sand!

 (Yes see how they shake and slant
Waiting for the waves to break 
Their imperfection and their want.)

 Padraic Fiacc