Replying to a gif of a dancing leprechaun

Replying to a gif of a dancing leprechaun

I am so tired I cry
for little things
light as a torn feather
the nip of the north wind
an empty place
silence
and listening for the voice
that is missing

listening for the voices
of all those missing
unsung unremembered
whose feet dragged in the mud
sank with no marker

while the north wind
still mutters
thought not so loud as
the inane chattering
into green pints.