kellyoneill
Luke's Gravestone
Cold as the wind
That carried your ghost.
Silent as the songs
That remain unsung.
Lonely As An Echo
From The Jail of Cluain Meala.
Solitary As Your Silhouette
Going Home By Railings
After Closing Time.
Upright And defiant As Your Stance
When You Challenged The Puppets Of Power
"For What Died The Sons Of Roisin!"
Like Your Voice...
Unweathered By Time
This Granite Gravestone.
Your Epitaph - A Simple Claim:
Between The Two Great Mysteries,
Your Place, Your Name.
Luke
Kelly
1940
1984
Dubliner
by john Sheahan
Shared 13 years ago
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