Monday, October 10, 2011


The man I don't remember
Who forgot everything until he forgot how to live
Who wore a blue polo and smiled amid the sails
Who had a silver watch that was given to my father
Who forgot everything and is even now being forgotten
Heaven; I know his exit
But I are troubled with his later entrance.

I who have one grandmother remaining to me
I who forget her husband, the man who forgot
I am too late.
What little immortality I could lend him he can no more receive.
The knowledge of him slips from me like his life and memory slipped from his body.
And soon no words will come to me in his name.

When I am dead, Heaven, don't trouble yourself
Trouble with the living, whom you trouble.

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