Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' The Eyes Are Thirsty(For Onelia) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I let the dead
borrow my eyes

so that they can see
the fingers of fog

fondle each tombstone
& cross

as a blind woman
fingers her rosary.

I see them look
for a land that is gone

farm & field
washed away

eaten by
the hungry sea

over the years they have
slept

so that houses
that were homes

no longer
even exist

&
where they played
as boys & girls

is now
nothing but

empty air

the living now
more ghosts than they.

They hand me back
my eyes

eyes
full of tears

that can not
cry.

A new moon
shines down upon

a badger

making its way
across a backyard

a dustbin lid
still wobbling to a stop

as a bedroom
window

curses &
lights up.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 30, 2009


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