ear-mark #11

(this, the last two paragraphs: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20130213/as-india-kashmir/)

 

i’ll watch my dead

through the peelings

of her night,

as she blankets mine

 

i’ll sit in attendance

as i miss her

& mark my presence

on her tombstone

 

i’ll exonerate her cinders

and the scrapings

of her life

that flecked mine

 

i’ll string her stories

into a starry sky

where not cloud nor dust

dare bring me tears

 

when the bayonet comes

to dig out her memory

the moss of my sorrow

will fight, if i fall

 

the granite will speak

not a set of words

you’ve turned her to,

but of my epic ardor

 

i’ll watch my dead

and learn,

till you learn

that i remember

and i still live

and she breathes in me

 

you will no longer take her away from me

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