It’s Over! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

At the mere sound of her

he

melted.

Simply melted.

Not some poetic metaphor
but really

...melted.

Pool upon the floor.

“Agggggggh! ” & so
it’s come to this!

“It’s so Kafka
...esque! ”

“Who will clean me up...this...this
stain? ”

He wondered to himself.

He thought he wondered aloud
but his voice had begun to melt also.

The last thing he had heard
before the phenomenom
had happened

was that she would be(human consciousness
fading now) over before the hour

hath ended.

He felt like praying
but there was no one to pray to


that he
believed in.

Oh God...& now this!

He had thought
he may well have spontaneous
combusted

at least he had read about that
& understood it in some little way

but this
to melt

at the sound of her?

Well, here
she

is

looking gorgeous
(as usual) but

looking annoyed now & looking for him
eagerly...so eagerly.

“I’m here! Here! ”
he screamed at her

pathetically...telepathically

but she could never read his mind
and certainly not now.

His screams
got caught in a finely tuned cobweb

that set the spider
at the heart of it

dancing.

“Damn him!

“Damn him...to Hell! ”

he heard her curse
her bust rising & falling

whilst mopping him up
and to make matters worse

a disgusted: “Yuck! ”

before she
flushed him down the loo.

He felt sh*t
as if he was nothing now
but sewage.

It was a long journey to

the sea
maybe

he would be recycled
into a glass of clear cold water.

She banged the door
(which rattled the loose pane in the bathroom window)
swore...again...she who never swore.

“That’s it! ”
“That...is...it!

“No more! ”
“No...more! ”

jangling her keys
whilst wiping away the tears

thinking to herself
she wouldn’t see me again.

Ever.

“It’s over! ”

“Over! ”