“What was it like to be paralyised? ”
He laughs &
repeats the question
so he can hide
behind the words.
“It was like...
Lazarus come back from...”
(Even Spring
couldn’t move)
(& the rain that fell
couldn’t fall)
(lost in
itself) .
“It was like being dead
but being
alive to know it! ”
“With maggots
eating the memories
that were supposed to be
yours
somewhere in the back
of a mind
you could never be
sure was yours
was yours...was yours
...yours.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem