'Muldoon On The Mirrors' Poem by Marty McKenna

muldoon on the mirrors
of the lift, the building falls
backwards by wisps of cumulonimbus.

i haven't seen a building do that
since i was small.

away with friends as much as
a skinny kid could have been.
lost in that lesson until i emerged
today, diagnosed and recovering as
work turns over another day.

the view, still
mesmerises; how seagulls socialise
and drift on currents, how
like little angels they attract
the attention.

i miss you.

a nurse unpacks her car; i feel
a lesser, staying in this hotel
with muldoon sculpted
on the walls, real heroes in the rooms;
underpaid employees calling me ‘sir'.

i miss my little house, our little home,
with you, with her, them, then.

i finish my cigarette, go undress.

first published by 'squawk back'
appeared in the chapbook 'silent stigma, loud leaf'