COMIC EPIPHANY
(for Scarlett)

I found Superman
living in Cork

stashed away
in my Uncle Paddy's garage

the new guy
pumping the pumps

had them flown in
by his Uncle Owen

their very existence

a miracle
in themselves

buried treasure
trove

this stolen read
in the dark

gripped in the only
shaft of sunlight

daring to enter
the depths

dust motes dancing
as if the atoms of the world

had come
un- loosed.

Comics...good as gold
to the child's mind

like Lord Carnarvon
& Howard Carter

unearthing Tutankamun.

Dónall Dempsey

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