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My lamp will guide alone in these precincts.

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after Ronnie Drew

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Alone I roam by lamplight
back to wind butchering coats at a bus stop
where I waited for a tin-box-ride
to a place I try to call ‘home’. Dublin

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city centre long behind me, and Clonee
a different place altogether, stranger-packed,
no light in the window, no welcome at the door
unfamiliar, impersonal. The footmat layered

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with damp snow. Here are gated communities
in which you’d hardly get to know the neighbours
but for their dinner shouts and takeaway fights –
people eaten to nothing by a place which knows

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nothing. Clonee, I’ll give you spaces that either you
or me can leave in time.
My lamp will guide alone in these precincts.
‘This time I was moving, ‘tis time I passed on.

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Sven Kretzschmar

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Sven Kretzschmar is a poet whose work has been featured in outlets such as Poetry Jukebox in Belfast, The Irish Times, and The Bangor Literary Journal among many others. His collection Fragments of Living was recently commended in the Full Fat Poetry Collection Competition. He hails from County Saarland, Germany.

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