You so cruel
executioner
taking so many
holiday photos
That always
behead us.
Master of
the “Decollo Photo”
(from the Latin – cut
off at the neck) .
Here I wander
in that summer
headless
as usual
careless
as if I hadn’t an unhappy
thought in my head.
And here
at dinner
under an olive tree
a headless me
still manages to be hungry
& eat all
before me.
Here, I only
have eyes for you.
Although
it’s hard to tell
because I have lost
my head
My heart
to you.
Here, even
is a self
portrait
held at arms length
startled by the flash
and preserving
for posterity
no not
that lovely
heartbreakingly beautiful
smile
but a very very
pretty
delightfully delicious
décolletage.
Dónall Dempsey
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