Those Are The Voices Of My Brothers,

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.

She Stood Lost In Eternity Wearing A Crazy Dress, Watching The Immense Sky.

His Wedding Gift, Clasped Round My Throat. A Choker Of Rubies, Two Inches Wide, Like An Extraordinarily Precious Slit Throat.

Irish Was A Man Of Parts Even If Some Of Them Didn't Work Too Well.

The Wolf Is Carnivore Incarnate And He's As Cunning As He Is Ferocious; Once He's Had A Taste Of Flesh Then Nothing Else Will Do.