By Louis Kasatkin
Louis is editorial administrator at www.DestinyPoets.co.uk and founder of Destiny Poets and in his spare time is a civic, community, political activist, blogger and general nuisance to the status quo!
 |
| Louis Kasatkin |
Who will remember the Days
when they are gone?
who will sail the Sea
when it is dry?
what tears shall we shed
when we can no longer cry?
who will furl up the flag
when the war is done?
who will stand guard
when the armies are gone?
who shall tend our grave
and sweep away the leaves
of an autumnal season
long out of step?
What songs will Nightingales make
when there’s no-one left to hear?
what pictures will colours make
when there’s no-one to paint
the scene of old men on
the park bench by the lake?
who will remember the days
when diaries crack with longing
for missing fingers to turn
pages that fade and crumble
for want of eyes to read again
the names of those things
unspoken by lips long sealed,
who then will there be left
to remember the days?
***
BRIEF NOTES ON A SUICIDE FORETOLD
When you wave goodbye to the World,
for the last time,
don’t tell them that you’ll never be back;
It only makes the world sad
to hear such things, makes it feel
sadder than it already is;
So when you do wave goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, forever and anon,
don’t tell them anything except
that you’re looking forward to some
time away and having a great time,
and that you’ll write.
***
A GERMAN REQUIEM
Incense-misted eyes
throats baulked with pride,
scars reddened by droplets
a hand wiping spittle
from the Breviary's page;
Drought-mouthed elegies
to ribbons burdened
by weights of guilt,
gleaming handle farewells
accompanied by Bach
to the warrior hearts
swollen with longing,
marking time with
the limping clock;
Yearning, yearning
for visions
wrought into maps,
iron-ore mountains
forged into Tanks
and nights of gasoline,
when the Sea
of Ages parted
and Schnapps was Wagner
in our heads.
"Apologia" is the best for me as the words are liquid and in its flow I can bathe. kudos dear poet
ReplyDelete