In honor of the working class hero of Ireland ‘James Connolly’. Poem by Liam MacGabhann...The man was all shot through that came today into the Barrack Square. And a soldier I am not proud to say that we killed him there. They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair, I swear his smile would far more quickly call a man to prayer. Maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die. Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky. I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by. As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then a soldier I. They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest. A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed. He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain than blows or bullets ‘ere the world began: died he in vain? Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake.
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood. And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead.
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly. Chine-collé monotype. #print #printmaking #chinecollé #jamesconnolly #irishartist #irishart #flatbedpress #artoftheday #artistsoninstagram #freedom