Tag Archives: memory

The State Against Mandela and Others

That was me!

And looks around the darkened hall,

the ghost has not remained

back there, the voice

it travels through the wires,

unchanging,

like the years.

 

And so I cry.

Look! There’s Liliesleaf!

But no one sees.

I was alone

there,

I held my place,

under pictures

on a wall

 

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Notes from the field (8)- Travel at night

When I was young, sometimes

we rode the trains overnight

to new houses,

loud dreams

riding a rough disjointed shaft,

rumbling deep into the night.

 

And in the spaces:

towns lit

like strange vessels seen from a distance

sailing some darkĀ and blackened ocean.

 

Dirty yellow stations,

words behind the shuttered windows

and I

asleep in rough blankets

am carried across the shores of memory

toward the vast and orange expanse

of dawn.