I tiptoe the width of the landing,
I, too, dislike it.
Everyday, I think about dying.
How should I not be glad to contemplate
At the edge?
I wonder if it's that simple.
It was all true.
Poems:
Waking – Eileen Sheehan
Poetry – Marinna Moore
Survivor – Roger McGough
Everything is going to be all right – Derek Mahon
Holding Pattern, Dún Aengus – Mark Granier
Tibetan Shepherd Boys – Paddy Bushe
