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May 2016
AH TRUTH...THAT LIAR!

"Ah Truth...
...that liar!'

He felt released
from time

as if he had escaped
the moment he

had found finally
him self.

the heart attack
held the door open

politley ( so it seemed )
for him

& Death
slammed it shut.

"I am busy dying..."
he thought nonchalantly.

"Time was away &
somewhere else. . ."

as Louis had somewhere said
in his long ago childhood.

His face now
whiter than the page

his lips a purple
that frightened.

Lady Death's kiss
an exquisite bliss.

"No...not yet...not yet!"
she whispered in his ear

returning him
to himself.

This now
the grand pain.

Who was it
who said?

"I am...myself still
though the world were

turned the wrong
side out."

as if soliloquising
upon a stage

trapped in a cone
of light

out of which he
can not break out.

"Ah, Truth...
. . .that liar!"


The joy of having a heart attack
is  ...surviving it enough to be able to write about it. The revenge of the words! How dare the poet's body go against him!

Who was it said? Why that was Sir William Cornwallis the Younger England’s first essayist in the style of Montaigne. He was the first to write a substantial book of “familiar” essays with the critical consciousness of working within a new vernacular prose genre that showed a human making his identity from doubt doubt and being prepared to question the who of what he was.

The title of the poem is me attempting a mock Shakespearean line in which the truth of my dying is exposed by the fact that I live to tell the tale.

FINAL SCORE

POET 1 - HEART ATTACK O
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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