Your hand
pins the Santa

to the living
room door

his belly blossoming
into decoration

your eyes alive
with Christmas lights

blinking on & off

your laughter lost
among balloons

floating in an other world

& yet another Christmas

the same scene re-enacts
itself

(without your presence)

presents lolling mutely
around the festive tree

each detail crystal clear
the dance of your hands...the music of your hair

turning
ever
turning

sharp as holly
drops of blood
mimicking its berries

I suck my thumb
to staunch the flow

memories red & real
as blood

Death sitting in your empty chair.

Dónall Dempsey

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