This All Too Human Stuff Poem by Dónall Dempsey

they lie face down
photos float in a puddle
murdered by Time

I scoop them out
the past comes alive
in my hand

the photos all smiles now
lives lived
in Black&White

I leave the past
to dry out on the grass
the photos talk among themselves

'Now! '
says the sun
'Now..now...NOW! '

the house
looking embarrassed
without its roof

the room
wearing a ceiling
of summer sky

a chicken
perched upon an almost
submerged suitcase

a hen laying an egg
in Auntie's big brass bed
the ceiling now nothing but stars

the room gives up
the sludge of things come & gone
the all too human stuff

an airmail letter
from 1963's America
navigates the bedroom's waters

'I'm sorry...sorry! '
the house apologises
letting go of time

voices(trapped in walls) remember
voices(held in photos)
'Re...me...mber...m...e! '