Darker Haiku
vodka hangover
lost on
the tundra
depression
filling in
the form
leukaemia
the life
he might have led
the silver trees
from
the hospital window
school reunion
he complains
about his wife
the youngest person
in the
rehabilitation ward
taking my young wife
to identify
the body
she said no
walking
uphill
the woman
always early
at the bottle shop
the people
dying
at my age
Julian O’Dea