the last architect in the irish public service

The Stygian Council told me to draw a door But I had to ask them what that was for

When no one would be left in this particular Drawing office or its marble corridor.

They said an architect could hardly refuse To draw a closure around the Malton views

Of old Dublin. But I could choose, They said, between a door as soft as spruce

Or a classic mahogany one. It should be A simple rectangle, a nod to antiquity;

A door proud to have once been a tree But happy with change management. See,

They said, how God in Heaven is now A smaller version of our selves, see how

A hallowed service is emptied. This will allow Our earthly private realm to grow again. You know

That all of knowledge is but a toll road; The highway-builders must receive what is owed:

What you built is now cross-hatched and shadowed. So, draw us an earthly door with electronic code.

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