Thursday, 29 December 2011


Old friends, older faces
Recurring disgraces.
Kick the grey mare
But never the traces.
Twenty and twelve
Start over again,
Distraction, the distance
Between now and then.
Hope springs eternal
So does the shame
Banker and bailiff
The rules are the same.
The signposts and links
Of todays and tomorrows
Rue and ruination
Milestones of old sorrows.
Welcome the handshake
Of debt and despair
Like the wan white horizon
Of the old woman’s hair.
No clerics in Dublin
Bishops gone west
Berlusconi’s disgrace
Relegated, at best.
What’s round the corner?
Fortitude, fear,
Farewell to eleven
Bring on the New Year!

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