Bog Bodies Harpers and George Floyd.
An ancient oak road
By church of Saint Mel
As Camlin’s own choirs
Rejoice with the bells
Bodies exhumed
Disinterred from ‘Na Mona’
People predating
This foul corona
Ritual murders
Deep in the bog
Preserved in black peat
For students to log
I cannot breath air
Said helpless George Floyd
Cowardice and hatred
All mercy devoid
The first day of June
On Dun Laoire Pier
Glorious sunshine
With ones I hold dear
Softly the warm wind
Carries her song
Rippling the waters
Of gallant Lough Cong
I soared o’er the Curragh
Once in a dream
With harpers in tandem
Plucking sunbeams
Beds of pearl oysters
At Carlingford
Rivalling those
In a western fjord
A maiden from Rush
She sang A cappella
Oodles of notes
Beneath her umbrella !
Tomorrow Tomorrow…..
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