Catching the jagged eye
of neon night
I stumble home
furrows etched
on my mortality's watermark.
The sounds of drunkards
fill the air
Their whiskey sodden pains
scribe songs and
melancholy lullabies.
Dublin with fires burning
chokes the easy breath
and leaves a charred tint
where the coals once chattered.
Two worlds
one city
blessings for some
for the others
Pity.



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