Slave Chains

By Dylan O'Shea, 2nd year.

Object No. 39 Slave chain, late-ninth or early-tenth century
The County Museum , Dundalk, Co Louth,

The constant clanging

And red rings imprinted into my wrists

The tugs on my lifeless arms

Worse than any man should feel

 

Then it was my turn

They struck me down

As the screams turned to silence

The ground turned to darkness

 

The quiet piano

And makeup enhancing my face

With no work for doing

I had the life of a royal

 

Then they brought the horses

And we mounted in joy

As the sun broke the horizon

 We galloped away.

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