Matt Mooney Poems

It was on the eve of Valentine
In the year of ninety eight
That the Master’s name so resonant
Was marked absent on the slate;
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Emerging from the station dimly lit,
The Dublin train confronts the dark;
Cruising comfortably out of Kerry
Before careering headlong onwards
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You can-
I‘ll be damned
But
Tonight
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On the TV they show a poor survivor
Just being rescued from the rubble
From the ruins of his Port Au Prince.
That awful earth quake weeks ago
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(For Róisín)

Blown about but still unbroken,
Hard knocks are left unspoken.
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Alas I've lost my sense of smell
And my hips they hurt as well;
My eyesight may not be so bad
But not as good as what I had;
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That's the place where it stood,
That forge above Cregg Cross;
'Bob Tannian, the handyman'
Ruled within with an iron rod.
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He stood there as I passed,
His carrier bags beside him,
Pacing to and fro patiently
In an empty, idle bus stop
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Stopping at Lake Te Anau
Felt like we had stumbled
On some masterpiece of art
Then made a part of it;
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