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Aug 2016
AN ACUTE ABSENCE OF WEATHER

( for my little brother Brian )

tomorrow arrived too late
to save you

you had become
the past tense

no longer present at your own life

time had abandoned you

the world turning its back
on the sun

staring into the night

a darkness
without stars

the far away barking of dogs

a somewhere
that's nowhere

where even the weathervane
doesn't know which way to turn

the acute absence
of weather
Because of his stature in the world and his skill at making his way through its faults and falls...he had become the BIG BROTHER simply because of who he was. Only now in death does he once more become my little brother.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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