‘Beeg is you’  ‘Beeg is you’
Might have been a Connemara woman
In the fifties who saw Dev
Dither at the crossroads
Rather than one who saw
Tyrants toppled but somehow
Never rose herself.

Now she sees the Marks & Spencer
Travelling shop stop at the village green
Feeding the space between body and soul
With colour and light
She’s been here before
It’s not her nose
Pressed to the pane of plenty
Just her back
To the wall of want.