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
Ah!
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