The Smoothness of Stones / Míne na gCloch (from The Last Sasquatch)

by Gabriel Rosenstock

Original Language Irish & English

When the sasquatch saw them
all those smooth stones
he wondered what could have done it
corrosive cry of gulls

here I'll lie, he thought,
become like them

Nuair a leag an sasquatch súil orthu
na clocha míne sin go léir
b'ionadh leis conas a tharla sé
scread chreimneach na bhfaoileán

luífead anseo, ar sé leis féin,
bead ar nós na gcloch

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