Saturday, June 11, 2016

Donal Mahoney- Three Poems


Sunday in the City

A lovely neighborhood this
Sunday afternoon is rocked 
again by random gunshots.

The shots make Bertha wonder,
as she sips tea in her old rocker,
whether she should move.

Or stay and run for mayor.
Or load that little gun her son
the other day brought over.



People in Houses

twenty-four houses
on the same block

everyone inside
milling about

one lost a job
another was promoted

one lost a husband
another got married

one is lonely 
another has friends

twenty-four houses
on the same block

everyone inside
milling about

no different than us
in houses like ours

laughing or crying
all over the world



A Hollow Tale

A mountain man is Fillmore
but there are no mountains 
where Fillmore lives 
deep in a hollow.

He's never had a job
and doesn’t want one now
spends his days huntin’ coon
squirrel and possum
and that catamount
lore says is black.

At night he reads by 
lantern light with pit bull 
Satan poised at his feet.
Folks in town know Fillmore 
doesn't feature people
so no one comes callin’.

He feeds Satan 
but not too much.
He wants Satan hungry 
when the thief of night 
comes through the window 
the way that stranger did
a few years back and Satan 
had a midnight snack. 
Since then Satan wait
poised at Fillmore’s feet
primed for another snack.


Donal Mahoney

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
 
 

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