' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' A Swish Of Curtains.(For Onelia) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

There was not
a single human

being
in the house.

A month began
&...ended.

As if Time
meant...nothing.

Finally the aliens
decided to make

themselves known.

Their disguise
as curtains

had fooled everyone

including the great man
himself

who unthinkingly brought them
together at night

parted them
come morning.

They had observed
him for a week

(what he knew
about them)

what he was
about to reveal.

Now the great man
lay crumpled

at the bottom
of a deep deep well

in his own
overgrown grounds.

The aliens
(the Curtainers)

invaded everywhere

living happily
among humans

without anyone
being any the wiser.

The skeleton
at the bottom of the deep deep well

has forgotten
it ever was a great great man.