John F. McCullagh Poems

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281.
In A Dark Wood Wandering

The moans and screams of dying men;
a scene and sound surreal.
The flower of French Chivalry
cut down by English steel.
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282.
Mouse Droppings

When she saw brown dots upon the rug,
and more upon a chair.
The poor housewife was certain
several mice resided there.
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283.
Steps

My life was changed when you arrived,
I moved from Rock to lullaby.
I watched you as you grew and thrived
Just Daddy and his little guy.
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284.
Old Number Seven

A doubleheader in the Bronx.
Bright sunshine floods the end of May,
Old number Seven at the plate,
Mantle on his last good day.
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285.
Police Action

Did George Bush err in making war?
Was his pretext false, his premise flawed?
Was force deployed in the Middle East
just when we can afford it least?
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286.
The Tribe Has Spoken

When they walked along the trail of tears
The freedmen toted gear.
These blacks, who once were owned as slaves,
would be tribesmen, it appeared.
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287.
Victim 0001, A Poem Of 9/11

Father Mychal Judge bent down
to the woman on the floor.
His right hand made the cross in sign
like oft he had before.
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288.
The Gropes Of Wrath

The old lady at the terminal
had seen this show before.
Travellers removing shoes-
but the TSA wants more.
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289.
The Babe

She was wearing a white linen suit,
the skirt just above the knees.
Of course her hair was golden.
Of course those breasts were D's.
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290.
The Reign Of Tara

Of all the souls that I have known
while walking around in flesh and bone,
hers was the sweetest and the best,
especially when seen undressed.
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