Seamus Heaney- A Call

• Hold on, she said, Ill just run out and get him.
• So I saw him, Down on his hands and knees beside the leek ring.
• Everything not tapered, frail and leafless, Pleased to feel each little weed root break.
• Ticking of hall clocks.
• And found myself then thinking, if it were nowadays. This is how Death would summon Everyman.
• Next thing he spoke and I nearly said I loved him.