To a Clean Soul
Mourning face
In the twilight
Untimely sleep
On brow and eye
Propped breasts
Like crown of tree
Resting, untrimmed
Doubting whispers
Low murmur
Of unwanted issue
Behind curtain wall
Silenced by dictates
Of profession
Secretly planning thrust
With age
As only time-
Forever blessed
With life
After paled memory of yesterday
Will tell.
Join the carnival
Brothers and sisters!
Memory may falter
But none can claim a nobler birth
Though they proclaim us
Bastards!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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