The Bull of Dublin

The brass bull of Dublin
Sits staring at the over-pleasant
Residents who sit and burn
In the summer sun
While the beast glistens
In quiet judgement
Of over-petty games
Of life and love
And the poetry of the streets
It will never serve,
Except in wild dreams
Or a battle of the gods,
Witches and men,
And heroes long-gone.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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