Collins From Opposite Hills

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.Collins From Opposite HillsThey have gone and killedIreland’s dreamWith one foul crackThe same gun used so readilyIn the purchase of her freedomHas torn him from our land.♞♜♝The blood spill runs yetAlong country roadsWhere brother has slain brother.♞♜♝A tall man, in shadow with no smile of victory,But a grimace of pain for his own lost son.In the