Monday, April 15, 2019

"The Last Suit" by Ted McNulty

In honor of National Poetry Month, I am featuring special poems by special poets each Monday. This is a touching, poignant poem by Ted McNulty.

The Last Suit
By Ted McNulty

In the men's department
of Clery's, the pensioner
shy of what he's doing
asks for something dark,
then feels satin lining
around his shoulders,
and the trousers like boards
down his legs,
and he will tell
the fitter if he asks
the suit is for a christening.

Poet Ted McNulty died in 1998, the year this poem was published.

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