Liam ó Comáin

The sound
Of silence

Multiple
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It was not what they called it
For the latter is born from nature
And therefore not man made.
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My Lord, Jesus,
I praise you,
I thank you,
I adore you,
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I recall that morning
Observing through curtains
Your little copper head,
First day off to school
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they came from here and there
across fields and along country lanes
by car on foot and by bicycle
to the red barn for the annual dance
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night was
important
lack of light
compensated
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Huddled around your bed
Did we appear looming
Like figures in a dream
As you departed?
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Gratitude to the One
Who created and blessed the world
Through His Holy Spirit,
Adding colour to foliage and stone,
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On the thirtieth of January
In nineteen and seventy two
Thirteen died in Derry City
As they marched for civil rights.
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(from an ancient womb
death arose claiming
fruit of the birth)
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In the town of Limavady,
I would have you all to know,
William Cummings he was born
A true son of the Roe.
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It could be anywhere
That peaceful place
Approached by a boreen.
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At the foot of the Sperrins on the banks of the Roe
A revolutionary was born whom many would know
As brave Kevin Lynch from a place near Dungiven
Who died in the H-blocks and went early to Heaven.
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Joe and Patrick
Remained at home
With mother
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In the north of fair Ireland
In Ireland’s wee six
There’s a town in a county
Where fine folk do mix.
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Beneath the burning sun
the matador
diced with death,
his narrow hips
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The days of Spring are gone again
Flowers be-deck the valley,
Gentle is the Summer rain
As through the woods I dally.
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Imbibing brandy
And Irish stout.

A grey flecked beard
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dusk in the isle of inch
waiting for the moon
takeing wing and rising
to meet the wild goose
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Akin to scent
Is the air I breathe,
Our feathered friends
Follow the plough,
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