Wrapping Up
something tells me
I have to leave this place
unremembered
the wind smells foul
the grass has changed color
the shrine is now a Clubhouse
and the Diviner has lost his memory
where do you find blessing
when everything stands still
where do you find blessing
when the trees are dead
and beneath them are
decaying bones
of passersby
whom do you call
when the gas stove in the Tower is leaking
and the Door of the Refrigerator
stained with rust
to whom do you turn
when the air you breathe
belongs to Someone
what do you do
when it is raining
and the roof has curved in on you
what will you say
when the brick Wall has lost its battle
with the Rain
where do you go
when the stairwell to the King’s chamber
slops to a dagger-point
and tongues groan and sing
in glutton voices
with whom will you stand
when the mugs on the table are ugly
and maggots dance round it
in steps
to dark unfathomed caves
where do you find blessing
when there is laughter inside the kitchen
yet you hear no footsteps
something tells me
I have to leave this place
unremembered
and tell it all to my pillow
my only friend
(Xenia, 08/22/2011)
Copyright © Padmore Agbemabiese | Year Posted 2011
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