I lie
Just below the tombstone
Of ignorance
With hands
Cuddling a lamp.
It was the night
Before my coming
That I visited
The past of intolerance
Sitting quietly
Amongst graves
Freshly dug.
The future
Walks with hoe
On his bent shoulders
Leaving a rose bud
On my tombstone.
25/3/2011
3/26/2011
3/19/2011
3/07/2011
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