Raspberry Hives
Raspberry Hives
The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in his room
with the radio playing,
the water in the bathtub
dripping. The drone of hours,
however, has become
the drone of years
and the ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
fears death will convert
his hives into pocks, take his body
but reject his soul.
Now he believes if he weds
the first woman who’ll have him
death will have reason,
for the first time,
to do the job right.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment