Die Die The Seagulls Cry. Poem by Baru Gobira

When the mind is shattered by darkness
And light has flattered to deceive
I see earth spinning slowly
On a broken axle with ruddy hues
The sky clouded by a haze of grief
Trees subdued, whispering in the breeze
I am cold hungry angry
A human in a cocoon of sorrow
Working up a sweat
Each vein throttled green with envy
A loss I’m unable to bear
I’m losing my mind
Did I have one?
Or is it the madness
I scream
In the loneliness of impending doom
I remember
Of nights when I’m awake
Hearing the sound of my heart
I listen
To the cold, the old and then see
One without desire, free
What loss am I mourning?
Why do I trust my mind
Gone with the memories of yesterday
Beseeching me to swim out with the evening tide
Die Die the seagulls cry.

[August 2010]