Poema do dia

Caitríona O'Reilly

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And although it will be
the same story -
the going out

under dark starts
that seem to pin
your skull to the sky

you will do it:
bending your ear
to their furious desires.

'We realised some time
ago that restlessness
was not to be assuaged' -

so it will challenge
your store of images,
those cheques you draw

against yourself.
Who can say
if a loved face will lie

at the end of it?
Death, desirelessness:
such kinless things.