"I am standing farewell ..."
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Robert James Berry
Faith
I am seeing the wick burn down
Oil falling on the prayercloth like bittersmoke
Bowing at the age eaten altar pieces
Where the gods have grown shabby
Like great grand parents revered and ignored
For a while I scrutinize their faces
See if I am seen
Before I stray to the steps and
Carry out my faith like my mat
Rolled pressed to my ribs
Ashes
for my Mother
Swing the mattock
Slice the baked clay
Flints, chalk
The blade works through
marrow of roots
fashions the six foot plot
Cotton seals my mother's nose mouth
... Her rings favourite dress
I do not know you
earth sun-brown
rills onto teak
over final flowers
I am standing farewell
Then Tonight
Your lips still
Your mask chalk
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