Poetry: OBIT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To the shadow I had left alone before I

crossed the border, my shadow that stayed

lonely and hid in the dark of the night,

freezing where it was, never needing a visa.

To my shadow that’s been waiting for my return,

homeless except when I was walking by its side

in the summer light.

To my shadow that wishes to go to school

with the children of morning, but couldn’t fit

through the classroom doors.

To my shadow that has caught cold now, that’s been

sneezing and coughing, no one there saying o it God Bless!

To my shadow that’s been crushed by cars and vans,

its chest pierced by shrapnel and bullets

flying with no wings,

my shadow that no one’s attending to,

                                      bleeding black blood

                                       through its memory

                                       now, and forever.