Saturday, April 4, 2015

Sunday Morning


I laugh aloud as I watch
from my casement window,
seeing the grey heads
who have known
each other
all their lives,
seamlessly sorting
themselves to  right and left,
separating into 
catlick and prodistant,
ultimately melting
into their respective
plots of ground,
neatly packaged
and labeled.

In life as in death:
Homo Almost Sapiens.

                                                                           © niall oconnor 2015

5 comments:

  1. A fascinating & powerful write. Love the final line especially-
    "Homo almost sapiens."

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  2. "catlick and prodistant".

    This was just wonderful wordplay. Also love the "homo almost sapiens"

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  3. Michelle BurnettApril 8, 2015 at 2:29 PM

    Alexander read my mind and beat me to it, couldn't agree more - love the wordplay!! You don't miss a thing Mr O Connor - you see the world through the most honest and observant eyes. Thank you for sharing

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  4. Great observation as only a poet could present it

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  5. Brings to mind the song title, "The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging" by Genesis.

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