Friday, February 29, 2008

A LATE REQUIEM

When I look at you,
At your eyes that shine like newly-cleaned
Windowpanes,
Your poise lean and crisp
Almost rising above ground

Your unshattered fresh belief
in a colourful reliƩf
echoing your preference in technicolor,
I think of my brother,
A life sliced too thin for his loaf,
Leaving behind too many unposed questions
His poise tall and lean
Always watching the clouds above

-cut to tall sweet grass thinly disguising the headwound-

When I think of him
A lazy student who “can but won’t” do,

I feel he was right
In making merry in the short time he had,
As if he from inside, in unconscious submission
Knew his fate of multiple doom.

So I look back at you,
Your efforts so sincere
Being naive as they are,
Nonetheless they
somehow assure me
of a long life ahead.
the possibility of death being
a sculpture you never liked
but never left behind...

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