A Farewell for John B Keane




It is four ten a.m.

on the morning after your funeral

and a litany of birds

broadcast a requiem of grace notes

over the mourning town

as I try to negotiate

a straight line

between the Square and Charles Street.


Finally finding the right angle to the corner

I meet your pensive gaze

from a photograph in Landys’ window

and understand

why you once barred me

for not drinking,

while Mary,who held the keys

said softly

‘Don’t worry , you’ll be alright tomorrow’


Pauline Fayne .

(from ‘I’m Fine Really‘

Stonebridge Publications 2005

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