Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Donal Mahoney- Two Poems

Weeds and Blooms

Alice, a mother and housewife, 
watches her husband, the doctor, 

out in the garden on weekends 
weeding with a speed and ferocity 

she can't muster, her energy spent 
taking care of the kids. 

They never discuss his work 
at the clinic where he digs 

bulbs out of wombs, snuffing  
any chance for blooms.

The Ladling of Agent Orange

Anything can set him off.
Been that way for 40 years
since he came back from Nam.

He got spooked at dawn today 
by spider web dripping from a tree
he walked into when his dog  

took him for his morning walk.
After lunch he brushed his teeth
and cried about a doctor 

who died the other day. 
He reads the obits every day
for names of men he served with.

His therapist believes his stress
may be magnified by contact 
with Monsanto's Agent Orange. 

To win the war, America ladled it 
in layers thick all over Vietnam.
He managed to avoid the Cong

but never knew about Monsanto 
and the ladling of Agent Orange.
He may have stepped in it at times. 

Back home, he's shaky and unsure
but determined now to find the gook
who dropped that spider web.

He'll take his pistol tomorrow morning.
He and the dog will watch the trees.
There's always more than one. 

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

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