I saw the grotesque creature, Lying placidly, On the recently trimmed grass, In our garden, In embarrassing oblivion, To the man-made reality, That it didn’t belong, In our garden, Or in our civilized world….. Its grey spotty skin, Which thorns or pricks can’t puncture Or jagged stones, Cannot tear…
When I saw her climb the staircase with grace, My heart began to flutter despoiling my ease. From where I stood, I clearly saw her excited, red face, I was more excited than her, to talk about my case. She tightly clutched the papers with trembling fingers. How frightened she looked that moment in…
Said the chief monk, ‘It`s time for pan wadeema now…’ We, her grand-children, drew closer, As my father set right, The upended cup, On the white plate. As the monks, Seated opposite the coffin, Enwrapped with a white-cloth, Water spouted out, From the porcelain jug, Held over the cup, By all of us.…
“…Let the lamp affix its beam…” Wallace Stevens - The Emperor of Ice-Cream The cortege left our home, In undignified haste. The coffin rested in peace, On six uneven shoulders: Two at the head, Two at the feet, Two in the middle. The bearers, it seemed to me, Walked and talked, Sans the slightest…