Mounds of Earth Mounds of Memory

(for The Kinship Project)

A grass covered mound,

like the tumulus of an ancient king,

interred during the Bronze Age

with a hundred slaves

slaughtered at his burial,

or just a heap of domestic rubbish

squeezing down into itself

under a green canopy?

Years and years of quotidian evidence,

lives of quiet desperation

or loud brassy exultation,

moulding into a dark pungent mulch.

A stinking circle of hell.

Dante forgot to mention.

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New Poem by Poet Gerry Murphy

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Written by Gerry Murphy during his time as KinShip Poet on Placement in Tramore Valley Park.

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