We Are What We Do

A cast of steel, talk to flesh

I saw your body that night, and I can't forget

My breath freezes, before my face

Dublin streets erupt in hatred and the world resets

If we do what we are

And we are what we do

Then I'm done

And I think you are too

Flames reflect, in puddles of piss and puke

Blackened steel bends and shakes, before the screams of youth

I walk these streets nearly every night

I tuck my arms to my body and stay out of sight

Trails of dried blood intercept my route home

I text again to see you're not alone

My hand twitches over the blade in my pocket

I grip the side of my door, I close and lock it

If we do what we are

and we are what we do

Then I'm done

and I think you are too

A city wakes to find it doesn't recognise it's face

Every darker shade of skin reevaluates it's place

Every accent beyond the pale reevaluates it's case

Every"well how's the craic?" is gone without a trace