Donal Mahoney Poems

I have spent hours
lying in the sun
on Joe Brickle’s farm
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God is everywhere, I know,
but Michael Bloomberg,
the mayor of New York,
is catching up.
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The doctor, who plans to dismiss her this evening,
tells the nurse, 'Go ahead, send her home with the husband
and kids. Why did we admit her anyway? She's fine.'
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If the greatest of these
is charity
then tell me again
why it’s gauche
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The other night abed, Father,
propped upon an elbow, dropped
and died. Earlier that week, Mother
gave me Anthony to hold when
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We're going dancing, my wife and I,
to a Charity Ball high in the sky where
Glenn Miller's band has been playing
since 1944, the year his plane got lost
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Father Kelly has always claimed
the only place to go in Tipperary
once you're dead is Eagan's Mortuary.
Father Kelly says Eagan lays a client out
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Great victories in youth,
some of them remarkable,
are recorded in a scrapbook
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Mabel and Walt were lovers lying down,
but standing up or sitting around,
they hated each other
even when both were sober.
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The ancient man
with raspberry hives
on his cheeks
since childhood
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