untitled

when you have news
of death,
walk down to tell them.

no, don’t pick up
that vulgar machine.
look them in the eye
and say the words.

consider the syllables.
do they colour
your steel gray memory
of him,
do they hang
quietly
like the smoke
from his cigar?

remember
in their unknowing
he lives still,
until your words
take him away.

if only to delay
your own guilt,
walk down to tell them.

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6 responses to “untitled

  1. I think, my favourite so far.

    Merci.

  2. Brilliant! Thank you for this poem. You are back .. In full force. 🙂

    Nandri, Vidya. Coming from you, that comment is big deal.

  3. awesome poem.
    and very very true.

    Thank you, Buddy.

  4. “if only to delay
    your own guilt”

    Wah! Wah!

    Shukriya.

  5. I came back to look for this one. I wanted to send it to a friend of mine. And was struck again by how soulful it is.

    You’re a wonderful poet!!

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