#229 - in the afterlife

 

18.viii.20

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in the afterlife

 

pyjamas

I live the pyramid now

become anonymous

a name

and nobody’s ancestor

 

even heaven vaulted

a tree less here there

 

the monstrous leavings show

we too have arrived

we were everywhere

 

hundreds of years

thousands

 

sometimes I’m glad

if they say things again

 

dust off

these few words

from which the language moved on

a couple of pictures

all of me that remains

 

haunts, let’s say

 

tell a self until you’re true

come from the fire then

 

ghosts aren’t so bright

go round like an anthem

 

admit

none in my lifetime understood either

 

it’s sweet you remember me there

 

 

 

 

come back to me

 

a dawdle in the lost rooms

some large as a hotel lobby

neatly nicely lounge and shelved

 

there’s always a library I’ve forgotten

and go to now

someone’s annoying

topics retraced

 

large format shelves

thought of Porto

of Borges, of Barcelona

 

remembered the extra bedrooms then

the other upstairs

like a kept hotel

and view familiar

 

our own came into it so

 

that boy took my notebook, bit

don’t know what I’d written there