by Eric Rosenbloom
copyright 2015

Fourteen lines to commemorate fourteen lives
Among the dozens also fallen and
The hundreds more swept up by hungry death
That freedom may at last be reaped in Ireland:
Each of the myriad souls deserves a song
But we must sing of them together, tethered
By the action shared, rising out of the past
And for the future of a modern nation gathered:
Thrown into this mass grave, in fourteen martyrs
Every personality and creed,
Robust and frail, lives of action becoming
Lives of thought, and thought in action freed:
A world was swept away in fire and flood
A nation awakened by Eastertide blood.

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