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Feb 2019
BE NOT PROUD

Bandol( where I )almost
drowned
my fingertip caresses the map

Port Yerrock
where I alas...was saved
suicide can be so difficult these days

some dogooder being brave
I cursed him
for the rest of my days

that was in 1938 or '39
funny now
I lie dying in 1999

who would have thought
I would have made it all the way to today
now a me un-eager to go away

Death comes to visit
brings the usual grapes & flowers
"Now. . ?" "Not yet.." says Death

Death
not at all who or how I
imagined it to be

Death
smiles
takes my hand &. . .

the clock ticks on

past her death
the barometer registers a change in pressure
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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