Clonbern Graveyard

White cast-iron ribs rise through the Galway grass, holding the breath of two dead men and the stubborn love of the woman who built their tomb. Lightning struck the urn, vandalism bent the railing, and time tore the inscription into scattered fragments, yet the cylinder still stands like a drum waiting to be struck. Elizabeth Dennis answered mortality with iron and faith, forcing the grave to keep its shape long after flesh forgot its own.