Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.
it bends my light;
as universe implodes
I cannot count them, these broken pieces of possibility.
But they haunt me, oh, days cantering by they do,
and I am whirlwind in a storm box,
I have learnt to speak;
I have learnt to speak in silence when my voice was gone,
in mimes, memes and gesticulations with one arm,
I have learnt to speak in rhythms when my limbs were
I have learnt to speak within the forms my body allows me,
I learnt to speak again,
if and when
my voice is gone
as voices one day do,
when they speak of all I’ve done
I hope they’ll say this too;
I learnt to speak.
I often speak of all I was before, Those ghosts carried ever in my casement, Echoing, like the voices of the wars I traversed, yet now I feel displacement, Life in pause, forbidden summits, woods, shores, Shops, parties, pavements, Vanished continents, consonants, confidence, The family, colleagues; friends I see no more; Those ghosts carried…
magick tree of healing and fidelity I have nurtured you when neglected, cut away the brambles and ivy that may have strangled you in your slow growth to bloom, invaders have cut away your budding, cut the years of life I nurtured poisoned the life around you and tied your fragile, worried stalk to…