Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

LIFE'S GRAMMAR


this his mighty COULD
this his mere MAYBE
Death snickers at Life's grammar

he clutched at skies
tried to hold on to stars
Death sighs: '...shhhh, just let go! '

the world slipped
through his fingers
like dreams...dreams

he let go
of his name
became the unknown

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013
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