Put the flags out,
Belfast,
gather in the streets,
throw words,
throw poems,
in a riot of joy.
Light the beacons,
feel the comfort of fires,
the mustiness of the old,
the fresh-ink of the new,
the books, the pamphlets,
pages turned by tongue-wetted fingertips,
a new Poet Laureate
to excite and enthral,
one city, one Belfast,
poetry for all.
Put the flags out,
Belfast,
don't drown -
wave, wave, wave.
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