Charles Cowling

Dennis O'Driscoll

Dennis O’Driscoll — photo Dan Phillips

Someone

someone is dressing up for death today, a change of skirt or tie
eating a final feast of buttered sliced pan, tea
scarcely having noticed the erection that was his last
shaving his face to marble for the icy laying out
spraying with deodorant her coarse armpit grass
someone today is leaving home on business
saluting, terminally, the neighbours who will join in the cortege
someone is paring his nails for the last time, a precious moment
someone’s waist will not be marked with elastic in the future
someone is putting out milkbottles for a day that will not come
someone’s fresh breath is about to be taken clean away
someone is writing a cheque that will be rejected as ‘drawer deceased’
someone is circling posthumous dates on a calendar
someone is listening to an irrelevant weather forecast
someone is making rash promises to friends
someone’s coffin is being sanded, laminated, shined
who feels this morning quite as well as ever
someone if asked would find nothing remarkable in today’s date
perfume and goodbyes her final will and testament
someone today is seeing the world for the last time
as innocently as he had seen it first

Dennis O’Driscoll

 

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Janette
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Wow – quite a wake up call. Thank you for the reminder.

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Kathryn Edwards

RIP: good poet and good man.

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Kathryn Edwards

Btw he was remembered at the TS Eliot Poetry Prize readings at the Royal Festival Hall last night: the Welsh poet, Gillian Clarke, dedicated her reading to his memory.