John F. McCullagh Poems

You look like her.

No, not in the full light,
nor to the searching
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It was Love in the dock
at old Bailey this time.
It was Love stood accused
Of unspeakable crimes..
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The wind is raw, a sleeting rain
Has covered everything in ice..
It coats an inch of killing snow.
Take it slow is good advice.
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He showers each day,
and he takes out the trash.
He works in the garden at times.
Mostly he sits in his cell and he reads.
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The tree boughs bend
Beneath the weight
Of chilling crystal
Icicles.
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I’m a real estate man
In a suburban wasteland
And I’ve opened many doors in my time.
A lifetime of regrets,
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While on the Appalachian trail
Out hiking in the wood
I accidently ventured close
to a Grouse’s brood.
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My mother told me on the bus-
about the tumor in her breast.
She told me in that public place
I was stunned; She, self possessed
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The Einsatzgrupen rounded up
the Juden of SWIEBODZIN.
They first led out the men and boys
The younger children crying.
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an empty chair
that none will take..
A man in jail
for Freedom’s sake.
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