Dropped By a Peacock
Dropped By A Peacock
I can no more justify these poems
than can the pyromaniac
his conflagrations. We both
stand back, the pyromaniac
in his alley, I on my hill,
each of us loving
the leap of our flames.
His are gazelles but mine
are just feathers
dropped by a peacock.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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