So. Farewell then Damien Sweeney

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by Dom Shirt

Here is my poem for Damien, inspired by the poems of E.J Thribb. The shock is still sinking in here and it was nice to try and put it in words.

‘So. Farewell then Damien Sweeney.
You were always ageing
But not old.
I will miss your whisky
Induced dreams,
Lying on church hall floors,
And waking to tea.
But in the end, death
Kentered your eep.
And I wonder,
Who will keep the basket now?’

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