IN ANOTHER TIME Poem by Gastão Cruz

I ask forgiveness for
having survived
Drummond, Impurities of White
Too many dead for
my memory
The day is here a spotlight on faces
that repeat
scenes, moving between furniture
polished by the years and the trees, speech sluggish
There is no one surviving anyone else on this set
they are just appearances what is
and what is missing,
all in each,
while absent they inhabit the set like a house
in another time
Abandon all hope ye who enter
memory