Legs Poem by Dónall Dempsey

LEGS.

Legs in skirts...legs in trousers...criss-cross my almost closed eyes
'Look at me...I'm invisible! '

Way below your radar...easy to ignore
an occasional clink of a quid...an embarrassed 'Have a good day! '

Like...eh...yeah...right!

I close my eyes to see the sounds
secretaries tic-tac tic-tac by me...I like the sound of them.

'Tic-tac tic...oh...one of them's got caught in a grate.
God how she swears...turns the air blue.

Her words written in breath upon the frosty air.
The legs don't care.

They are busy being passers by &...pass by.
Some kids kick my money tin &...run.

Someone throws me a half-eaten Big Mac &...I eat it.

So cold I don't even know...if I've got fingers..toes...a nose.
I'm losing my extremities.

I feel like a statue of me frozen to the core
frost on my eyelashes.

Listening to the roar(the traffic traffics by me) of a fire from long long ago

a me
I don't know...no more.

Even my thoughts turning to marble.

Legs...legs &
legs.