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.