This sign in Irishtown, Dublin today
Home
Put your skinny hand in mine
You can shelter for a while
Cases are increasing here
Patients worse off than appear
Trying to explain to some
Society has come undone
Nods and smiles, accepting eyes
Been prepared since once retired
Told it’s spreading far too fast
Far and flung the good times past
Older many, younger few
Were they underlying too?
Is it fair to question form
Of dead and dear departed sort?
Should we ask intrusive things
While earth is warm and cardinal sings?
There is no fear we have not felt
Lucky we still have our health
There but for the grace of God
I would be there, not here, how odd.
New sheets over older faces
Putting hospitals through paces
Spring has sprung, a bell has rung
It’s fine for me, I’m only young.
Austin Slevin
Lines on the lockdown to broadsheet@broadsheet.ie marked ‘Lines On The Lockdown’
Not to be a supreme pedant – that’s Meath St., Not irishtown – and Before you ask, Yes, I am a hit at parties