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SONNETS TO JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN, by             Poem Explanation        
First Line: Fishamble street, the civic offices %turning the sky a bureaucratic grey
Last Line: And scorch the centuries to come with song


1
Fishamble Street, the Civic Offices
turning the sky a bureaucratic grey
above a vacant's lot rent-free decay:
craters, glass, grafitti, vomit, faeces.
One last buttressed Georgian house holds out
precariously against the wrecker's ball
or simply lacks the energy to fall
and rise again as one more concrete blot.
Ghost harmonics of the first Messiah
echo round the Handel Hotel and mix
with bells long redeveloped out of use
at Saints Michael and John's, a ghostly choir
rising and falling until the daydream breaks…
Silence. Of you, Mangan, not a trace.
14
Let the city sleep on undisturbed,
new hotels and apartments blocks replace
the Dublin that we brick by brick erase;
let your city die without a word
of pity, indignation, grief or blame,
the vampire crime lords fatten on its flesh
and planners zone the corpse for laundered cash,
but let your heedless cry remain the same:
"The only city that I called my own
sank with me into everlasting shade.
I was born the year that Emmet swung
and died my fever death in '49:
my words are a matchstick falling through the void
and scorch the centuries to come with song."




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