The cold clod clings as Brendan is unearthed –
birthed again bitter news of darker days.
And we are told that they are decent men
who buried spivs and capped the knees of those
an unjust system could not try. The first
casualty of peace is not honesty
but irony. And so the joyless refrain
unrhymed with hope goes out again, again:
sure they are all, all decent men. Men who
know the dark day stands – it is not about
new light or hope or mended wrong. For you
must see that decency is not in eye
of beholder but in the hands of those
who would control and rewrite history.
And still the cold clod clings.