Lovely and profound Mahon poem. Seamus Heaney’s Tinder offers an image of what Syrians face . The last 3 couplets below.
Now we squat on cold cinder,
Red-eyed after the flames’ soft thunder
And our thoughts settle like ash.
We face the tundra’s whistling brush
With new history, flint and iron,
Cast-offs, scraps, nail, canine.