Seated beside privilege overhearing bitter conversation as they drank skinny latte from an opulent overflowing cup.
Handbags of one month's rent lay nonchalant on the seats draped in designer coats piled three generations deep.
Conversational danger, rise of crime progress the dysfunction resulting in decline digital fears imagined haunting suburbia confrontational talkshow broadcaster of dread
Muslims, immigrants, transgender feminists, coeliac and dairy free must be tolerant of the intolerance and their allergies, allergic to change
The elders gaze into the distance searching for the Ireland once known longing for the comfort of status quo priests, white doctors, free hate speech.
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.