Dead Poets Requiem

By Eamonn McNally

Bits of us lie everywhere around

They’ve dug us up, a hundred times or more.

To lay the new on fresh obliging ground

Where lilies fade, and mark the lonely spot.

But no one knew, how happy we were then

How we smiled, and held each other charm

But most of all, we listened to our minds.

The silence only made us more aware.

If I live again, I’ll search for you, one by one

Wherever you’ll be camped I’ll find you there.

Beside the fires on cold and winter nights

I’ll listen for the magic in the air.