in time of the breaking of nations

Strolling the byways around Kilcullen in the timeless glow of evening
The world seems far away.
My feminist cousin Pauline approaches up the bohreen.
"Any good news for me?" sez I.
"What news are you looking for?" quoth she.
"I was hoping there might be something about the army coup succeeding in Turkey," sez I.
She hurried on.