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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Oct 2017
AN EYE FOR AN....
AN EYE FOR AN....
And every night he
would fall asleep in
a tatty and torn
Victorian armchair
a terrible monstrosity
his left eye
in his right hand
losing his grip on it
when he began to snore
so that that eye
with a clunk fell
rolling under
the out-of-tune piano
beside the forever sleeping cat
who accepted as a nightly fact
that maybe all humans
do that
and so the eye
saw the dawn
tip-toeing in
the French windows
as the cat woke up to go
asleep again
giving the eye
a cursory lick.
Godfrey falling
on his knees
screaming to nobody:
"Where's my blasted eye!"
The cat yawning.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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