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Ezekiel J. Krahlin


C ool weather bird of paradise, spread your
O range wings of Kilkenny's Celtic Dawn over my
P allid fields of scorched flesh and charred bones.
P hoenix rising to your lips, I am 
E ire's promise of the Emerald Eye,
R esurrected from the fires of Christan war.

A l, Christ of Ireland and Dragon of the Stone:
N ever turn your back on the Little People.
G reen clover bends in the shadow of your steps while
E agles pluck Saint Patrick's bones, and
L eprechauns dance rings around your copper penny hair.