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he could not remember when he last put it to purpose

but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown

the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life

a once proud carriage corroded and set on no return

like in a silent movie the roller release was speechless

a tray full of paper lay moth ridden in lost anticipation

a story in itself abandoned on the trash heap of sorrow


then an air raid warning siren disturbed his thoughts

incendiary bombs were drawn to the attic of his mind

fighter planes cradled the sky and dropped heavy loads

they called it retribution but it was massive slaughter

of epic proportions as memories flushed out retrograde pain


the laptop gave one final moan and the electric circuit

tripped and trapped him powerless in regressive void

his fingers burned on the keyboard and he was careful

to ration the oil for the machine in view of explosions

and the fine screwdriver trembled in his weary hands

somewhat disconnected but he refused to give way

to arrest as he fiddled with the Olympia Travel Deluxe


out of touch but in tune with overwhelming detonations

the trigger of flash backs emerged from his conscience

a candle of life flickered and breathed a sigh of relief

wax smirched his hands as he tried to steady the flame

accused him of falsification if he failed to recall reality

and recollect the dangers of power politics and assault


his only weapon remained the antiquated portable tool

and his only chance of survival was to narrate the truth 


they retrieved his body and thought a finger was missing 

but found it firmly attached to the shattered front scale

like a ghost writer some part of his memories told the tale



31st May 2021

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