Rockbrook / Cruagh Cemetry
Misty rain fell on the garden of stone,
Forgotten names cleansed by time.
An ancient sentinel crumbles slowly,
Where still it observes and holds sway.
The ancient gray Cyclops blindly stares,
Over the rugged terrain past and present
Weeds and scutch- grass storm its turret
Like ancient empires erasing history.
Smothered headstones lie, bloom choked
No lonely light guarding the silence now.
Villain and victim resting in mans ash dust,
Science and grave robbers now long evolved.
22nd July 2015.
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca