As if marching to a Largo
And with Dignity and Grace
They Process towards Finality—
It’s a Funeral day.
Each gathering their memories
Secrets—to be kept-
Sacred now in honouring—
It’s a Funeral day.
The Platitudes are Spoken
The Oak is manicured
Humanity has bellowed—
It’s a Funeral Day.
For Martin McGuinness, Peacemaker.