Dónall Dempsey

Rookie - 98 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

His Saviour(For Scarlett) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I get pliers
climb to the crucifix

on a wobbly
chair

pull out
the nails

one by one

(real little nails for his little hands)

I tell him
he is free now

flee...fly

go to
Heaven

But Christ
He just lay there

in an agony
not knowing

which way was Heaven

...any more.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, July 7, 2008


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