Sarah Dharmasiri Poems
- Wars Are Never Fought With Nob...
- Where Has Daddy Gone Daddy is not here Nor is he there He ...
- Climbing Grassy Ceiling I dangle over floor-less ...
- Your Beautiful Eye I dream about your eye all day If we are ...
- White Lies I knew you once Now you're the past Ash spirals ...
- My Generation A baby stares with unblinking eyes at two ...
- Guilt Smoking papers of a life now lived 38 years now rests ...
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Smoking papers of a life now lived
38 years now rests in a crib
of stone in a cage, breathless inside
Nothing to feel, nothing disguised.
Nine long years pass, forgive me for not
keeping my promise, leaving you rot
alone in a cavern of cages and faces
burnt to ashes, dust to cases
Wooden and brass reflecting my name,
in gold etched writing on the stone bright and plain
A menagerie of voices, jubilant and clear
praising the life of people once near.
But I've left you there, forgotten you were
three red strands of hair fallen to earth.
Can you forgive ...