how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
By Donal Mahoney
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Donal Mahoney has had poems published in The Bijou Poetry Review and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
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