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O’Malley’s Matins

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 O’Malley wakes as ever at 3 am without an alarm,
does his ablutions, mutters prayers for the dead,
the sick. He’ll do the same later. It never hurts

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 to give God an extra nudge. In the cecropia tree,
a quetzal calls keow-kowee-keow-k’loo-keow-keloo.
He dunks a teabag in his Sligo Rovers mug, nibbles

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 a cracker, adds more notes to his reminiscences
about his father. Remembers Da’s neck muscles;
how his splenius cervicis and nuchal ligament

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 supported Da’s great head as he fought Alzheimer’s
like a stallion struggling in green Atlantic breakers.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Christopher T. George

Notes

See my other Father O’Malley poems at http://www.desertmoonreview.com/cmj/summer04/cmj04_series.htm

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/omalleys-matins/