Nelson

(A poem I wrote when I was a teenager, around 1959, a few years before Nelson was toppled from his pillar in Dublin)





Take Nelson down.

Fit
He dominate our town,
Is it?

Foreign man who fought French fleets,
Though remarkable his many feats,
What  do we to this man owe
That such respect for him we show?

He, with his one-eyed frown,
Stares our street up and down.
Cars and buses all around
Look little midges on the ground.

It is not fit!
Take Nelson down.