As easily
as a child's mobile
my great whale skeleton
hangs above your head.
My bones
now a museum piece.
My death
your Art.
I hover
in the air
above your gaze
remember the depths
diving deeper.
My shadow swims
in memory
my shadow
swimming through you
as I exist
in another dimension
beyond this
where all is
sea & sunlight
sunlight
& sea
my mother
calling me.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/object-d-art/
