(December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)

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An Old Workman

Warped… gland-dry…
With spine askew
And body shrunken into half its space…
Well-used as some cracked paving-stone…
Bearing on his grimed and pitted front
A stamp… as of innumerable feet.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 08, 2012


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