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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Dec 2018
A HUMAN IS CRYING
A HUMAN IS CRYING
The dog is dreaming
under the piano
asleep across
its foot pedals.
The clock announces
the seconds
in a loud hear ye hear ye
town cryer's voice.
A bumble bee is arguing
furiously with the glass
of a cracked
window pane.
Time is defeated.
A human is crying.
Time is different
for the clock, the bee and
the crying human.
Time ceases to exist
lost in his grief.
His brother is dead.
Somewhere in the journey
around the sun
he has left the planet.
Earth continues on
without him.
He sees his brother
everywhere.
Strangers
wear his face.
Walk with his gait.
He almost expects
to hear
his voice in the dark
at the turn of the stairs.
He sees him many times
in many mirrors.
Or in the back of a spoon.
His face trapped
in a cobweb.
It always appears
as if...as if
he has just left
the room and
will be back
any second now
but: he isn't. . .
The dog is still
asleep under the piano.
The clock has run
out of time.
The silence is terrifying.
The bee it seems is
dozing on the window ledge.
The human
is crying.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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