Marie Tully

Rookie (DUBLIN)

Black Santa

Santa Clause is back again
Winter night’s bright lights that shine.
As homeless sleep in cardboard boxes.
Huddled from the happy grins of people,
Who mill around the seasons sales,
Beneath the beacon lights, of a steely spiral tower.

Shoppers who pretend not to see the empty faces.
Who once were children full of glee.

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