CALYPSO, AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

 

Transmigration.
Reincarnation.
All things
come round again.

Stale smells fester
like ripened leftovers
behind unopened windows,
taunt like tips of teased letters
pressed under brazened pillow.

Downstairs,
black beast devours
burnt flesh in the kitchen
next to the faint flavourings
of a urine scented
kidney.

Scald the kettle,
she calls and he does,
doesn’t he? Before relieving himself
in the jakes out back.

Stale smells fester.

 

  

All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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