John Jarlath Hunt
Was his name
‘Tis a shame
He was not known
By some of his children
They buried someone else
Another man
With a heart of pure gold
But the John Jarlath I knew
Had a heart
Made of mixed metals
He was a better man
Because at least
He was real

“Very human” was the way
That John Jarleth
Would describe
The men he held
In high esteem
Flaws and all
Taken into account
‘Tis a pity when they
Laid my father in the ground
The words that sounded
All around
Described
A more inhuman man

Sean Hunt