An Ode To Dominic Behan Poem by DM W

O he was an army of one! He caught the sun,
And swallowed the moon. Just like an emboldened god,
He transmogrified all the things that he gazed upon,
Whilst always marching to the beat of his own drum.
A verbal gunslinger: his words were his bullets.
Writing primed lyrical verse was his pet project.
As a good Catholic, he supported Irish
Unity. He wanted the Black and Tans banished
From the Emerald Isle, so that his people could
Be set free. True independence raged in his blood.