Sunday, March 13, 2016

Donal Mahoney- Three Poems


Mystery of Democracy

Am I right or am I right,
one neighbor asked the other
as they walked the few blocks
to vote in different primaries.

Some people make a good
living off other people barely
making a living off other
people not making a living.

We know there’s something
wrong with that and every four
years we try to change it but
after four more years we find

some people make a good
living off other people barely
making a living off other
people not making a living.

Am I right or am I right,
one neighbor asked the other
as they walked home after 
voting in different primaries.



A Change in the Menu

In the paper this morning
a woman in the suburbs 
complained she has to eat

too much steak too often 
because her husband 
wants it every night.

If one of them loses a job,
she might try some nice 
neck bones instead. 



A Third World Life

When he was just a boy,
they took him to the dump
to scavenge, bits of metal,
any food that might be eaten.

When he became a man,
young and handsome,
every day he would go 
to the dump and scavenge.

When he was middle-aged,
other men followed him
after he discovered a bigger,
better dump to scavenge.

Now old and blind, he sits
in his hut while seven
children and their children
go to the dump and scavenge.


Donal Mahoney


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Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He has had work published in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found at  http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html
 
 
 

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