Wednesday 31 October 2012

BLOOD OF A STRANGER (An Anointing)


Blood of a stranger
On my sleeve
Seeping

On the open road

The ebbed away life
Anointed brow
Turned pale

Fainting is not an option
The bitter air no issue

How peaceful
He becomes
Almost beautiful

In the wind
Sirening around
The rest of us

The hurricane
That is yet to come
Crashing down

His widow in the Parlour
Holds her soon to-be-born
Child

Sweet expectancy turned
Sour

I want words

I want to say that
He was accompanied
And not alone

All I have is tears
Flowing
Down my cheeks

And it is she
Who consoles
The consoler

Touching my face
So kindly
Self-possessed

The dug-deep dignity
Rising up in tragedy
To the more

That is in all of us
When we least expect


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