Dónall Dempsey Poems

TILL HUMAN VOICES WAKE US AND...

old house
the snow
...

At age
9 or 10

(who can remember when)
...

My hands
cradling your head
against my chest
...

Paying no
attention to Death

or any such
...

I see you
coming through these fields of joy

through the blaze of wheat
...

Little Zak
(just a little scrap of a chap)

with a deep Barry White voice
...

I wonder
where you are
as I finish up
...

New born child
playing with eternity

as if it were
...

BACH FOR CHRISTMAS! (for my pal Al)

The church orchestra
search around for an
...

You made a chain-mail dress
out of cut-out Coca-Cola cans.

Perfectly...painstakingly crafted.
...