Corner Boys
Dragged
Into its consequence
You couldn't be sure
The lee of a gate
Or the gable end
It was best to
Look sharp
Spit like.
How many angels
On the head of a pin
Or the leaves trembling
Let the hare sit.
Dram and scruple
To equal measure.
And enough rope
The length of a ponytail
Or a cloth yard long
Corner boys
Could see
Both ways.
Frank Murphy.
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| Rathfeigh Churchyard |
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