Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
Misplaced and crass,
worn like plate armour
by a man who'll pass
completely,
almost as quickly
as his breath on glass.
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