Saturday, January 30, 2010

funeral days...

let me give you an insight into the dispensary of time
as I look out into the questions and answers i find
that the compatibility within myself is tokened by the tickets of the day

times passed and crept
into the fate of burial
into the gate of heaven

I ask time
what is behind the midnight of white
what is in front of the morning of fridays wells of tears and angels being afraid
what is coming to the three links ...the genes just lost
yet imprinted in eyes, ears and nose
smiles and bodies
running throughout yards of woven intervention of consolidating
the future

electric solitude sends messages across oceans
''I am choking''
Too many people
too many people misunderstanding everything
Too many people misunderstanding everything I ever knew

5 years, 10 years, 15
exactly 15
consequence kills
destiny drills its presence
in the quiescence of a verandas uptake of a funeral
walls swollen with screams
pillars holding evenings of dinners so women could fill their sorrow
and the same tomorrow
beds taken and faking
henna comes alive too into the unhappiness
as her hands fade into forever none
others come sparkling wedding ones

jealousy?
conspiracy?

my memories scream


1 comment:

  1. Perfect depiction of having to go through losing someone in Sudan. I'm very sorry for your loss.

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