Mr. Joyce frowning
down in spray paint.
Highest crime rate.
Brick red, Dublin
shows her age.
On the other side of
the shadowed canal
where rich people live
the ha'penny history
repeating -
A body floated up the canal
last June. A young boy,
fifteen or sixteen.
Death by drowning.
Murder. Still under
Investigation.
The water is green.
Moss grown banks.
A swan
dips her head down to fish.
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Doux
Poetrythe walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...
