James Connolly
by Marie King, First Year
This is a poem about a poet’s shirt,
A shirt worn by James Connolly in Dublin,
Easter week 1916,
James Connolly was so badly wounded,
that when it was time for his execution
he had to be strapped to his chair;
this shirt was worn during James’ last week of life
and that is why I think it is in the 100 Objects
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