John F. McCullagh Poems

It’s the 21st day and there’s snow on the ground
It covers home plate and it’s piled on the mound.
It’s dumped in the infield; it’s heaped on the seats.
The ballpark is silent, not even a tweet.
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The seas of home
Once teemed with life
But now I drift for miles alone.
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Baby Doe of Deer Island

She was found there, by the shoreline, hidden in a plastic bag,
where the ebb and flow of Ocean beat upon Deer Island’s sand.
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My trusted family doctor said
“Sit down, I have bad news.
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My friends all came and said goodbye
To College off we go.
Hugs and kisses all around
From everyone I know.
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Orion, mighty hunter,
is casting down his light.
He is my lone companion
On this frosty winter‘s night.
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eiri amach na casca
(the Easter rising)

The Proclamation had met with silence,
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She had been through so much,
Her right lung was removed.
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My mother forgot how to swallow.
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I was waiting on the platform,

waiting for a westbound train.
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