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Newman House, Dublin

DO2 CC99


The bullets’ trace runs up the Fusilier’s

Arch and marshals us towards the wounded

ponds where ducks were shot.  Further round the Green

I waffle something to that bench-bound lad

who asks after Brexit, and affably.


Later our Northside guide finds who the Brits

laid low in flak streets by the G.P.O.

and at St. Stephens, scaffolds bar the rooms

where Hopkins taught and wrote away his ghosts

suffering the aches of his Englishness.