His Wooden Leg Stares At Me Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Grandfather Gordon
always scratching his wooden leg
insists 'It itches! '

always a different explanation
how he lost the leg
enough to fill a book

Grandfather Gordon
scratching the air
where his leg should be

Grandfather Gordon's
wooden leg now
a tommy gun...a sword...a unicorn's horn

'Give me me leg...
...ya daft wee buggers! '
begging for his leg back

Grandfather Gordon's gone
his wooden leg lives on
dusty in a corner

I stroke his leg
remembering him
it itches in my heart