Michael Ó Domhnaill Poems

Faces Recollected
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Playpens
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Summer Mastered
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Mask and Fuse
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The Marketplace empties its bowels
into the avenue's parched, gaping mouths
The recipients of this delicate feast- Their blood dripping from the gouges
made by the tips of thousands of tiny pyramids
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She once served the broth

and it soon coated my every appendage.
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I sifted your memory under

so that if the grains of pining loss
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Hours of contemplation, now subsumed
in cleansing warm flow
Are these my tears ______
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For no longer that a scant beat
my depth lived love died
In a twilit gesture, predestined heat
shook her hair loose. My bloody soul lies…
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F Train

Blown firelight into the
shard ornamented faces of a few:
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