Lisbon Treaty Referendum, 2008
by Thomas McCarthy
Admit it: in the end we are all Catalan.
This one idea of Europe is dead:
Daniel Cohn-Bendit speaks for himself.
In the cave of ourselves his voice is hollow,
Leaving a sincere French mark upon stone.
We will ever go round and round
Like Saltee sea-birds seeking a haven –
Out of our mist, it is always famine ships,
Forebears, archipelagos. The wreck of our ship
Is the birth of economies. A rock pierces hide,
An outhouse is filled to the stars.
Our cattle-grid has devoured treasuries.
Give us no more of the well-bred child, Europe’s
Sole survivor. An armada of protocols
Has shed its load off our coast. Heaven-sent,
A squall of blue stars has swallowed Europe.