In the Future
that will know
nothing of me
except this poem
& a few traces of me
a guide
will show you
my first kiss
& how it continues
to exist
although the place
& its participants
no longer exist.
A striking example
of the phenomenon of
the persistence of
Memory.
A guidebook
will inform you
& direct you to
the places where I cried
here here & here.
“He sure cried a lot! ”
a future tourist will observe
& take a single snapshot
of a solitary tear
preserved in aspic.
“Why did he cry? ”
a future child will ask.
But this fact will be
forgot...then...
“Here is a glass jar
of his actual laughter.
The reason is not now
known.
Here is a glass phial
of his lasts breath.
There is an audible gasp of
“Is it? ”
But it is obviously
faked.
“Is that it? ”
a pain in the neck complains
“Is that all there is? ”
with a plethora of cameras
hung around his neck.
“Jesus...poets don’t
leave much
to remember them by! ”
“They sure make lousy
museum pieces! ”
From my Past
I smile.
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Dearest One...this one was a bit too big to get on a postcard!
Apparently someone took a phial of Edison's last breath. Like why? The guy is dying and that's all ya can think of doing for a dying guy! Also apparently it still exists in some museum somewhere! Makes me gasp!
Yep :) it is relly too big to get on a postcard, and very unconventional to get into a conventional notion of the mortal matters and immortal restless spirits of the poets. Futuristic and entertaining point of view to gloomy matters...
Some bizarre imagery at play in this unique and compelling piece. I love the 'solitary tear preserved in aspic' - a little poem in it own right. A highly entertaining read. S :)
I love this poem, Donall. So bitter-sweet. a guide will show you my first kiss & how it continues to exist These lines resonate for me this morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You still smile from the past and make me smile too :) thank you...