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FOR POETRY DAY - CHRISTMAS 2017, 2018, 2019?

Here's a little piece I write a couple of years ago. Was hoping it would be out-of-date by now. Alas, no. Just a tweak to the title and it's more relevant and tragic than ever.

 

Dublin Town’s a wondrous sight

of blazing Christmas bling.

In shops the tills chime Silent Night -

ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching.

The mood is high, the pubs are gay,

the future’s looking bright.

But there’s a dead man in the doorway

And he’s cold and stiff as ice.

 

The Minister for Housing says,

“It’s tragic – oh, I know,

but there’s a photo op in Dalkey

and I really have to go.”

His suit is made by Hugo Boss.

His promises are rife.

But there’s a dead man in the doorway

And he’s cold and stiff as ice.

 

The homeless move in shadows

Abandoned, bruised, star-crossed.

The Christ born in a stable -

The irony is lost.

We carry on regardless,

we’re prosperous, merry and nice.

But there’s a dead man in the doorway

And he’s cold and stiff as ice.

 

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