Last updated on October 27th, 2015 at 09:34 am
FOR JUMOKE VERISSIMO
(Memories are many on these lanes) In silence I heard your raging voice Tramp-ling down Cursed elders In the lineage of our Shattered histories In silence I witnessed your arrival In the moments of tears You dried our tears-soaked linens And washed away memories of ruined moments II Those sequences of pains Pouring- acidic river into our ocean I see without doubt Pains Riding I heard on our The songs of morn hunch-backs Your arrival brought II (My garment is thorn) tears are pom- of ades remem brance Must we cuddle eyes with tears? Verissimo I see traces of tears On the field behind my deserted garden Anthems are mere songs Recited at the dead of dusk I see women with dead children Vagrants with lost memories Dirges are choruses of morn I know elegies without learning I see memories on these lanes
The last stanza is more successful. A bold attempt.