Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Who?

If I were to die from loneliness
Who would carry my coffin?
Would my funeral be a procession of
Ghosts and haunting memories?
♞♜♝
Would I be abandoned in the
Road for cars to swerve around and
Curse at the inconvenience and never
Wonder who might lie inside the box?
♞♜♝
Would my flowers be concrete posts
Sewn together by steel wire running
In formation like stern faced guards
To honour my passing?
♞♜♝
And would above my head be placed
A stone with no words inscribed
People would stop and think
I wonder who’s buried there?

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

Who?

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.

Who?

If I were to die from loneliness
Who would carry my coffin?
Would my funeral be a procession of
Ghosts and haunting memories?
♞♜♝
Would I be abandoned in the
Road for cars to swerve around and
Curse at the inconvenience and never
Wonder who might lie inside the box?
♞♜♝
Would my flowers be concrete posts
Sewn together by steel wire running
In formation like stern faced guards
To honour my passing?
♞♜♝
And would above my head be placed
A stone with no words inscribed
People would stop and think
I wonder who’s buried there?

⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.   

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