' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Hurry Up Now...It’s Time! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She let go
of her name

watched it drift
away

a thing on the tide
separate to herself.

A thing now
to be

denied.

She undid
her self

watched it
now fall to the floor

kicked it
carelessly to one side


as if stepping out
of a dress

she had worn for far
too long.

She unclasped her love
of the world

put it aside
carefully and with

a little regret.

And then
she stepped into

her death
as if she were

stepping into
a bath.

“So, this is
it? ”
she laughed.