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Haiku for My Father


1
I telephone home—
the voice on the ansaphone
is his from the tomb.
2
I ask did he hear
those last words I whispered to
his comatose ear.
3
That cut on his hand
as he entered the long box—
is it on the mend?
4
Who's cutting his hair
down there in the freezing dark
without any air?
5
His nails also grow—
what about the blackened one
on his little toe?
6
That bottle of wine
I served with the Xmas goose—
I'll bring it again.
7
I will roast some lamb
and let it get way overdone—
to satisfy him.
8
If I try Irish
will he speak to me and say
I've granted his wish?
9
I want him to read
these lines I've written for him,
if he's really dead.
10
I call his number
that's saved on my mobile phone—
there is no answer.
 

Matthew Sweeney

Horse Music
Bloodaxe Books / DuFour Editions


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