I buy my fruit and veg,
fertilised and organic,
on a square in The Liberties
where whiskey once flowed,
through streets
where people
 took to their bare feet
to fill their boots
and drink
the scalding spirit,
pigs, squealed and fried
and chickens roasted,
people died, toasted,
not by fire,
but by flaming spirit
and those who fought
to douse the fire with water
only fanned the flames,
Until James Robert Ingram
Chief Officer
of the Dublin Fire Brigade
said the only way
to win this fight
was to smother it
with Shite