Wearing My Brother Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I'm not a suit & tie guy.
More colourdy hats & tie-dye.

I approximate the teacher suit
smart jacket & maybe matching trousers.

Now, here I am
at your funeral.

Standing in your clothes.

Black suit & suitably black tie.

Thanks to you.

Borrowed Brian.

For weeks I wear you
like a second skin.

You impregnated into
the material

the smell of your skin

the warp and weft of you.

I go out to
meet the world.

Wearing my brother.