Sunday, February 11, 2018

"Quasi una Fantasia" (Almost a Fantasy) ~ Sunday, 11 February 2018

Does a mirror reflect
in darkness without light
if it could would I see

Every detail of time
past present and future
as if on a flat-screen

Television my days
pass as if to reflect
on misbegotten youth

Adventures forgotten
the details lost hindsight
as memory is free

Invents fictional worlds
out of details my life offers
to mix and meld at will

Living out of denial
liars who won't affirm
their own actions deceit

Hang the devils with ropes
from rafters ignorant
of the damage they've done

Imagine a childhood
surrounded by serpents
rats and mindless oxen

Demeaning with the most
deliberate intent
brother who spits in broth

Devils laugh to my face
as a child my disgrace
found family first insane

Engage with memory
with parents and siblings
with rent and bling to fill

No one's coffers to share
the wealth of immigrants
bound to watch my defeat

Define my own response
the roar of a lion
never talk on the phone

Ever the son second
born the throwaway son
found lost in a basket

Casual casualty
laugher behind the back
in my face disgrace full

Erase humanity
this prophecy terror
befalls our times profane

If Moses were treated
as a child such as I
the Bible never writ

Troubles in Ireland
the Sands in the hourglass
falls my childhood so dull

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