In Memoriam 17 March


I miss you, friend

I drank scotch (not Jameson’s)

At your wake


You always liked this day

When we celebrate the troubles

And pray through beer for


Peace—you are in heaven, now

While I remain on a

Purgatory of earth


I believe; and I hope to see

You someday, which is more

Of an Amish than an Irish


Thing to say

Be in peace and joy and all

Green in forever living