You so cruel <br />executioner <br /> <br />taking so many <br />holiday photos <br /> <br />That always <br />behead us. <br /> <br />Master of <br />the “Decollo Photo” <br /> <br />(from the Latin – cut <br />off at the neck) . <br /> <br />Here I wander <br />in that summer <br /> <br />headless <br />as usual <br /> <br />careless <br />as if I hadn’t an unhappy <br />thought in my head. <br /> <br />And here <br />at dinner <br />under an olive tree <br /> <br />a headless me <br />still manages to be hungry <br /> <br />& eat all <br />before me. <br /> <br />Here, I only <br />have eyes for you. <br /> <br />Although <br />it’s hard to tell <br /> <br />because I have lost <br />my head <br /> <br />My heart <br />to you. <br /> <br />Here, even <br />is a self <br />portrait <br /> <br />held at arms length <br />startled by the flash <br /> <br />and preserving <br />for posterity <br /> <br />no not <br />that lovely <br />heartbreakingly beautiful <br />smile <br /> <br />but a very very <br />pretty <br /> <br />delightfully delicious <br />décolletage.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-of-the-decollo-photo/
