endymion

the evening light has made magical
drab mullingar
i've seen the cities that men build
from the window of a nissan motor car
and all the blighted wonders of this tawdry world
how nothing they are
the evening light has made magical
drab mullingar

let me walk again
the cracked up pavements of socialist housing estates
where cats and dogs and children crowd
the tumbledown portals and the rusty gates
and the door is always open and the music loud
in the half light of that hell hole clancys bar
the evening light has made magical
drab mullingar