Michael Ó Domhnaill Poems

Silence is solved when silence is met
into the cry space block in a threat
Tell me to confer with obstinate judge
Kills on command, lifts me with a nudge
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The dry and pinpointed memory

of used up smooth voiced desire
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Balconies' Rail
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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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