What... Watts's Cat!
IN THE HAND OF GOD
In & out
amongst
sunlight & shadows
the dead
come alive
as we speak
their names
make them real again
let them live in our voices
each tombstone
eager for us
to say them
into living
when out of
nowhere
a very Victorian looking
chap
(the image
of Mr. Watts)
pops up
as if he were
the old guy
himself...in the flesh
tired of the grave
and dying to stretch his legs.
We turn
a corner
and he is gone
lost amongst
shadows
blinded by the sun
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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