The Cathach 2011 - Volume II (PDF) - Sligo Libraries

They dig and fill, the soil rich
and black.
Your pit lamp and a sod of turf
are carried to the altar for your requiem mass.
They say you went from knowing in death,
went back to youth, filled out, proud-chested,
straight-backed again and handsome in blue suit,
white shirt and tie - as if
your strength and flesh flourished
in that fall on stone in the street of the local town;
Or maybe after, as your soul looked down
and you forgave us all,
gripping a branch of rowan
as you straightened up to skim the light.
- Vincent Woods
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