The Diceman

The Diceman — ( D major)

(In Memory of the Diceman, Thom McGinty, 1 April 1952 – 20 February 1995 —The Scot with the Brave and Beautiful Heart: “Through his stillness flowed the city and its people He was the epicentre of wink and stare, The inner space, the temple and the steeple Conducting the lightening of graceful prayer. — Frank Callery.)

The Diceman rode on a carpet of clouds As he moved through the fair on Grafton Street! In silence he moved, and silenced the crowd With a stare, or a wink for each one he’s meet.

He reined in his cloud near Bewley’s door And rose on a throne that you could not see To the awe of the people his silence said more, When he stood as a statue for liberty.

Chorus Seldom the sun ever shone more fair On a robe, or a crown — that graced his head — And though he is gone, his ghost lingers there With a pout on the lips that never spoke nor said: I have come among you, to date your smile your stare, I open the gate to you own fantasy And let you go romping there.

The Diceman passed and our lives they were blessed By his beauty, his freedom, his gay attire; He sprinkled small rights on the meek and the oppressed Who came to stare, and stayed to admire.

Chorus Seldom the sun ever shone more fair On a robe or a crown — that graced his head — And though he is gone his ghost lingers there With a pout on the lips that never spoke nor said: I have come among you, to date your smile your stare, I open the gate to you own fantasy And let you go romping there.

The Diceman rode on a carpet of clouds As he moved through the fair on Grafton Street!

—© Frank Callery, February 4th, 2017.