CONDOM ON THE LIFFEY
She jumped up eagerly from a wooden crate.
“A bit of help sir? That’s right,
reach deep into your pockets.”
A few coins into the dirt-silvered hand.
Dark eyes watchful under the shawl;
the dirty children glowered in the corner,
called down to a life of sneaking envy:
so many doors slammed in their faces.
On the Ha’penny Bridge I saw it
stretched on the water, the old plaything.
so many doors slammed in their faces,
both the born and the unborn.