Two Poems (Dion O’Reilly)

Dion O'Reilly

Since My Parents Were Godless

I had to find god

in broken bones,

 

broken on blacktop,

 

find god in air,

smacked from the gut, 

 

god in the exquisite

 

smashes to my elbow, in falls 

 

from recalcitrant stallions 

I was forced to ride. 

 

I could go on and on

 

about the different ways 

I found god: lamb shit

 

my sister fed me as raisins,

.22 bullets that missed by inches. 

 

Truth is, a wound

 

isn’t what’s done, it’s what it does

inside you, 

 

so who cares the chipped knee, 

the hairline fracture. Inside,

 

I didn’t feel it. For a billion years,

 

it was nothing 

but promises made to myself. 

 

How strange it is to know

 

no feeling

is a feeling. Is the god

 

that was done to me.



To My Daughter Regarding Her Stepfather

But let me say, he was cruel to you,

 

for you were birdlike,

your eyes beaded

 

in ways he didn’t like.

 

Let me say, I thought you'd forget

 

what you plainly saw— 

a man who drank me

 

like the dying drink broth,

 

Let me say, when I left him, 

your face looked damp and bright,

 

but your anger 

had folded like wings 

 

without a bird.

 

Now, you fly. You harpy the sky.

Copyright Credit: Dion O'Reilly, “Since My Parents Were Godless" and "To My Daughter Regarding Her Stepfather" from Survival & Beyond, Issue 3 / Summer 2025 (Safe Passage, 2025). Copyright © 2025 by Safe Passage. Reprinted with the permission of the author.