Wednesday, December 3, 2014

"A day in Dublin" Poem.

"A day in Dublin" Poem.


I paid a visit to Dublin a number of years back around this time of year or just coming up to Christmas and it was really cold. Anyway down around Stephen's Green the shoppers were stepping over a man lying on the street and I gave him a few coins before some young guy tried to help him to his feet. It was in the middle of the Celtic tiger and there was enough money to solve the homeless crisis then and then some! Likewise the problems in the hospitals. A few days ago a man died on the street within fifty metres of the Dail and they're still talking trickle down....

A day in Dublin

Downstairs in Busaras
From Google Images
They fumble for change
Mad concourse.
Halogen yellow signs
Blurring the announcements.
Outside the Luas
Glides quietly by.
Urban chic.
Baltic blondes crossing
Against the lights
And the noise on
O' Connell Street,
The Spire
A blind eye.
Blending to indifference
The word on the street
Prada, Gucci and
Jimmy Choo,
The hustle,
In the record stores
They're playing Dylan
And damien O
Do you hear what I hear
Christmas Carols.
On Stephen's Green
A man lies...

On a piece of cardboard
On the coldest day.

Frank Murphy.

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