Remembrance - Poem by Matt Mooney
The Dublin taxis splash up and down Parnell Square,
Until they die out one by one as the city goes to sleep.
Mosaic shadows of branches and three black crosses
Shiver on the bedroom wall from the Georgian window,
Street lights playing tricks with the tall trees outside:
Memories of Irish martyrs Plunkett, Pearse and Tone,
The Irish trinity, and all who fell for freedom out there.
Across the Square the wind driven rain falls unheeded
By a young man, coatless, striding home relentlessly
This darkest hour up past the Garden of Remembrance.
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