FADÓ FADÓ( LONG LONG AGO )

( For Damien of the Carrolls )


a cloud morphing
into the great hand
of a God



that people no longer
have time to
believe in



it  catches the sea
and tweaks it
into pleats



as an aunt
would do in dressmaking
in a long ago



and now the cloud
becomes nothing
but a cloud again



and sits itself
over the empty house
where clocks



locked into
the only living room
argue over time



of what is past
what is passing and
what may come



the furniture
covered in sheets
like old ghosts



who have forgotten
how to
die



silence settling
like dust  
upon the highest shelves



the sea becoming
unstitched from the shore
will have to be pleated once more