George Mackay BrownMany thanks for the poem 'Old women', which I didn't know - here's another of his - 'Kirkyard'
A silent conquering army,
the island dead.
Column on column, each with a stone banner
raised over his head.
A green wave full of fish
in wavering westering ebb-drawn shoals beyond
sinker or star.
A labyrinth of celled
and waxen pain.
Yet I come to the honeycomb often, to sip the finished
fragrance of men.