Updated version of Kinsale by Derek Mahon

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But to our surprise it seems as if the tide has turned,
And shipwrecked the future for generations to come.
The developing occult has enshrouded the distraught sun
Lonesome panes mourn eerily in the eclipse. It seems
As if the only options are to tread the shoreline or run
Away from the ashen clouds and desires churned -
The embodiment of charred hopes and dreams.