you are gone
you are not here anymore
and though there are signs,
like mollusk shells on mountaintops
that hint of life once upon an archeological time
they are but remains;
and so you are not here anymore
the reality of everyday happenings
and the urgency of living
will push memory to the suppressed folds
and perhaps there will be more forgetting than remembrance;
but the depths and layers do not allow deletion
and where the tentacles dance in the darkest depths
the cruel distorted disconnected head of history will whisper:
she is gone
she is not here anymore;
and there is nothing you can do about it…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are gone ......oh again a feel of pinch.. regards