This poem I dedicated to all the people I have lost during the years. The list is growing steadily.




I keep my album with the faces of people I love

on the inner side of my closed shut eyes. All

dead now, they increase their numbers steadily.

my grandparents in their time, a neighbour by cancer,

a pupil by a bomb, another in the never ending war,

two friends whose heart could no longer lift

the accumulating weights of pain,

and a son whose exposed sensitivity left him

wide open to the coyotes of despair.


I upload their faces to my retina, but when I look

again they drift away into the galaxy of time

that swirls from future to past. Until

we meet again, dear ones, when I cross

the threshold between what is and isn't.


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