Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days,
on wobbling legs of scare
so broken hearted on our ways,
to the place of the last care,
swans were laying eggs in the vesper glare?
Do you remember those white eyes dipping into
the pitch darkness of our nightmare?
Do you remember they were printed everywhere:
on the ponds pouring the car's chalice of glassware,
or on the hospital wheelchair,
on the tissues and tissue boxes
always white always pair
in the taste of the milks
on everything pure, benevolent and square
like our essence,
like how I loved you daddy,
how I live you
in every forsaken
prayer?
Do you remember after you died,
when the whole world were about to collide
when the whole world was morning with me
side by side,
cygnets were hatching?
Do you remember where my bones were riving
from our farewell tearing scratching,
while these white shoots
were ripping us apart,
these falling stars raining
like mellow fruits,
yet brandishing like crescent
on the banner of my broken heart?
Do you see how now
the emblem
of their unblemished vows
furrow
on the forehead of my life,
in the passions of our raging ploughs,
when the fervent of our fiver
blenched
where the whiteness in the blossoms
trenched
when our ardent longing for spring
quenched,
in every spangle of snow flake
on the skin of air,
flickering and falling
on my hair?
O father days are pouring like my breath
from the thunderhead of your death
but these swans are shouting
this winter is spouting!
this cold
means no harm!
this cold
is
so warm! *
*) It is referring to the "chillcoma", when the victim is dying from the cold , al the sudden, all the pain vanishes and replaces with drowsiness and the desire to sleep permanently.
