On the street, black and glass, a hearse.
Stallions tall in traces pull him home.
Magee, he was in life a man of means
In death a man of just a day, today it is.
Tomorrow traffic will roll over the square
where it stands still at noon today.
And beer will flow soon in Nolan’s bar
Where dark today, drawn curtains are
Tomorrow the priest will baptize a child
No kin of Magee is he this new born son
But now the reverend looks solemn in black.
Set to lay Magee home on his back
Grave diggers on tee for nine tomorrow.
No sorrow will affect their drive or putt
But for today they dig deep six foot
And put Magee in mother earth to rest.
In life a man of wealth and bad health.
Regarded well but not well regarded.
Memories will last to the end of final checks.
Then he’ll be remembered only by worms and earth
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com