S Poem - In Clonmacnoise

In Clonmacnoise

You lie now in Clonmacnoise
A holy place of ancient monks
It's fitting and yet unfitting
That a young and fair youth
Once so full of mystery
And vitality
So full of love and desires
To lie there, still
With gray haired holy men
A life not yet lived
But still yet so full

MWC
Florida
1995