' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' What’s Donne Is Donne! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Enamoured(both)
with her new tights

their silky shiny sheer denier
their absolute blackness.

But mostly
the intricacy of their design.

The whole world
clinging to her legs.

Here Europe
twisting itself like a serpent

around her well formed
calf.

There Australia
crawling around

her other.

Here Asia
circumnavigating a thigh.

There China
exotically the other.

And here
the dark continent

disappearing under
her hem


And there:

“Ah...my America...my New Found Land! ”