Welcome, stranger oblivion Poem by Wilma Stockenström
Welcome, stranger oblivion
Welcome, stranger oblivion. Do not be
afraid to expand your black void round me,
magnification of the darkness behind
my eyes. Life which I held up like a mirror
to record an inverted truth,
precise in proportion
to the size of the frame, has cracked,
shattered, shards cutting the corners
of my mouth. Thus I bid you welcome, good
death, your name, my last bloody
word, your anonymity a fulfillment.
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