Friday, April 20, 2018

James Walton #96 Twice I died

Twice I died

no corridor of light
but a dream of origami
outcrops and seams of burgundy

a heartbeat irregular
seventeen electrode readings
a peace keeping force of medicos
four chambers without doors

once my friend Astrid’s austere father
left a headband in Japanese
from when the farmers
took Tokyo for a day

when I caught up years later
the translated arabesques
in writing still vermillion deep
as a footpad in wood block

spelt out support our cause

that was the future
and I was a child
they all thought had passed


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