(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

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Death

NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone --
Man has created death.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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