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You said: Why can i not have my Day

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You said: Why can i not have my Day


                          a cherished paper-cutting

                                                                    for

those who forgot to care

                                    and for you

                                                     too late

    a cribbed account

         in pale bold face

               on some crowded backpage

     which lapped up the soya stains on the takeaway counter

 

     some faded picture of you

          crammed in nubile twists of fronting elegance

                 in meagre-columned glossy pages

 

you said : why can’t i have my day

      why should a destitute Greek prince

                                       lord it over the world

just by tying a knot with his regal cousin

 

     your eyes recognising too late

        a world you may never see again

a world you may not be seen in again

 

           all your self-suffocating words

            and all those poured in contempt

                                                            on you

                                                                     through you

                                                           for you

    to feed those who grudged your fleeting glory

 

Now  now that all may be forgotten

                  now that no bile inhabits this carcass

 

    over some too pulpy a fruit

            a taste of you

                               from freshly-turned earth

               bloody juicy earth

        our teeth caught

                  clinging to your bleeding shredded flesh

 

    of cells into cells

         of us into our selves

 

© T.Wignesan, Paris, 1987 (from the collection : Poems Omega-Plus : a less than obvious sequence, 2005)

 

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