Here is a beautiful poem :Stillborn 1943: Calling Limbo(For Nuala McCarthy)You were born deadand your blue limbs were foldedon the living bier of your motherthe umbilical cord unbroken between youlike an out-of-service phone line.The priest said it was too latefor the blessed baptismal waterthat arose from Lough Bofinneand cleansed the elect of Bantry.