Friday, February 25, 2011

A Garden City Requiem


Ma, I got buried
beneath the bricks
in a foreign city
no more to hear the dialect
of my homeland

.. Please leave me a message

The smoke is overwhelming me
I hear no others where before
our lively chatter
filled this space
with hopes and dreams

.. Please leave me a message

Ma, I am dying
no more to see the sun and feel
the warm Nor'Wester
sweep across the dust yellow summer fields
of Canterbury

.. Please leave me a message

.. Leave me a message

Please



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