Dónall Dempsey Poems

A rose made of blood
where the thorn cruelly cuts me
blossoms in my palm.
I, a rose...made of flesh...blood
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In Maths class
I'm lost

clashing with the crushing Calculus
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I put this window in
with my Dad

(well, I …helped him) .
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Seeing as no one else would
I started stalking

me.
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I watch you
through the window

tilt the heavy
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“DARK IS THE NIGHT

“Kill the candle boy! ”
I do as my uncle asks.
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Your eyes
intent on the hunt

track down words
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Like God said
to make Time

you have to crack open
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Here now
I hold you

astonished at
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The poem
fresh from the pen
was still...& then
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