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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Nov 2023
"...AS TREES WALKING . . ."
"...AS TREES WALKING . . ."
the goldfish ponders
the world the other side of the glass
retires to its castle
it watches the coming
& goings of us
unable to explain our existence
"...I see men as trees walking. . ."
the vicar reads
his thought visible to the fishes
"...but what does it mean?"
one fish asks the other
"...and what are - trees?"
the vicar dies
in his sleep
words still floating about in his head
the fish unable to explain
his stillness....loudly
the clock talks in tick tocks
the God hand
that feeds them...does not
come
hungry for answers
they cease
to believe
Time
darkens
whitens
& again
darkens
whitens
it all goes belly up
the dead vicar & his dead fish
frightening the home help
only the plastic Christ
nailed to the wall
hears her scream
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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