John Daniel McGeehin (1926-2005)
I pressed my lips
to his stone cold
forehead
the good-bye
kiss
of good-bye
kisses
felt the warmth
of countless others
withheld
since I was ten
when boys stopped
kissing their dads
heat imparted
from my body to his
to the casket
to the floor
from his veins
to the coal veins
quaking
I wondered
where it ended
how deep it ran –
did he
feel any of it?
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