Poem
Michael Coady
The Jackdaws of Chapel Street
The Jackdaws of Chapel Street
The Jackdaws of Chapel Street
the jackdaws of chapel streetdon’t care much either way
for weddings, births or funerals
or what the people say
they perch on roofs and chimney-stacks
and watch processions pass
the drunken and the dead man
the crowd from sunday mass
they cast a grey and empty eye
upon the play below
they nest and feed and squabble
while generations go
the grieving man behind the hearse
looks up to see them pairing
above the cold stone statues
that wind and rain are wearing
the jackdaws of chapel street
don’t care much for the people
but blithely shit on tombstones
and fornicate on steeples
© 1980, Michael Coady
From: Two for a Woman Three for a Man
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Dublin
From: Two for a Woman Three for a Man
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Dublin
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The Jackdaws of Chapel Street
the jackdaws of chapel streetdon’t care much either way
for weddings, births or funerals
or what the people say
they perch on roofs and chimney-stacks
and watch processions pass
the drunken and the dead man
the crowd from sunday mass
they cast a grey and empty eye
upon the play below
they nest and feed and squabble
while generations go
the grieving man behind the hearse
looks up to see them pairing
above the cold stone statues
that wind and rain are wearing
the jackdaws of chapel street
don’t care much for the people
but blithely shit on tombstones
and fornicate on steeples
From: Two for a Woman Three for a Man
The Jackdaws of Chapel Street
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