When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
too late.
no one threw themselves
upon his funeral pyre-
offering only a few muffled
words to the
crackles and the heat.
did these suffice?
we wonder now-
always regrets,
always later.
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