If words have ghosts,
they are wandering these fields,
whispering of an absent town
and lives that could last no longer.
If names have hearts,
Polmaddy’s has been broken
by the bitterest cut of all.
It lost its reason to be.
If stones have souls,
then let these ones rest in peace.
They had their time, let them settle
into the earth of their story.
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