The Cliffs of Moher

Let me take you on a tour

Where depths explode to touch the sun.

Deadly petrous beauty soars

To a cloud that's never gone.

Careful, silent at the edge,

Reflections cede in grave assent

That natural treasures of this ledge

Were lost to what this height has spent.

But many veils misrepresent,

Assessed by an inhuman race,

Sorrowed faces that repent

Ancestral fall from grace.

For from these cliffs such crimes rappeled

To numb the lips which would pronounce

Damnation that our sense compels

To scale of every oceans ounce.

Aspiring stolid castle mocks

That deed, which tide of time deplores,

Tossing waves

Of gurgling babes

Dashed on rocks of craggy shores.

The sea! It pounds so far below

Hell, itself, looks down in terror.

I'd wager devils didn't know

This boundless scope of human error.

Assaulted, waters wept

As mothers stepped

With fathers, and their children gripped,

From off the lofty cliffs of Moher.

 From heights of equal vile stature

Do we plunge to voids unknown

Consumed in selfish heedless rapture

When remembrance, too, is thrown

From memory's cliffs,

As if from Moher?

The ocean filled of it's own tears,

Unstilled, yet storms this barricade,

And rails the walls of duty's fears,

Tormented of amends need made.

They who reigned from heights, abhorred,

Vouching bromides, never spared,

As ladies, men who would be "Lords",

And blighted knights who, killing, cheered.

From self ascendant precipice

Eternal grace is thus dismissed.

An ocean wept

As mothers leaped

Fathers, sisters, brothers, stepped

From these killing cliffs of Moher.

The ever folding sea retains

An echo that, alone, remains.

Impounding waves of rage decry

The never answered question

 "Why?"