In Relig Odhráin This is a true story. Well, as true as any story about a sixth-century Irish saint can be. The churchyard is there, on Iona. You can even visit it. I didn’t mean to write this as a poem, but the meter turned up in my head and after that I simply had no say in the matter. They used to bury people alive in the walls or the foundations, to ensure that buildings remained standing. Even saints.
