on a day hanging in haze
the crow sits glum on a perch

do the flying pairs overhead
remind it of the lost mate
and in the midday lull
it feels a vacuous dullness
when even the search for food
seems purposeless?

i feel a stab of pain inside

whoever goes first is lucky
not so the one left behind

maybe the wings are now too heavy
for the bird to fly into the sky

AN ABSTRACT & BRIEF CHRONICLE OF THE TIME

Dónall  Dempsey has
asserted his right to be

identified as the author of
this moment

in accordance with
the Copyright, Design & Patents Act

of this very
now.

All rights reserved.

This moment is his
& his only.

Sea and sky both
have walk on parts.

A mountain is an extra
with no speaking part.

The tiniest of *****
sits enthroned upon

a sea-stained copy of
Prufrock's Love Song.

No one knows of this
moment

except Dónall  Dempsey
who lived it all

by himself
in his own aloneness.

He has turned the
moment into words

of his own
devising

so that you to
whoever you

may be
can partake

of this long lost
forgotten moment

until, human voices
wake us

". . .we drown. . ."