By Bart Wolffe
LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING OF A DEATH- For Chiwoniso Maraire
The mist is getting closer.
I’ve lost sight of the edges now,
I think I can see yesterday.
Its traces like the looks of eyes
I should remember
And though they may still be watching
I cannot piece so many ghosts
Who whisper in the hands of strangers
Whom they borrow when they visit
To tell me they are still listening
To my last breath
But the wind catches in the throat;
Part melody, old songs,
As incomplete as dust and fragments
From a book that I was writing
Somewhere when I dreamt last night
Between love’s torn-out missing pages
http://bartwolffe.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/lines-written-on-hearing-of-a-death-for-chiwoniso-maraire/
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