Comments about Patrick Dennis
Epitaph to My Father
In life I never knew you
except from behind the walls you threw up
to buffet turmoils and hold
the watchful sentry of your soul.
Sometimes, though, on revelling nights you scaled over
and we met like carolling enemies in no-man's-land.
And there we lurked, you and I, like border foe
or sometimes like exiles whose longing to cross