when reality kills, art resuscitates | a poem on ashen soil

you stole from me to feed yourself

and I found my voice amongst the scraps

*

you handed my body back to me

I opened the coffin

and you whispered take care of yourself

*

you observed me

and said to yourself

I’ll get my life back

*

you warmed her body

extracted from her

and she’d never comprehend

that she lost everything to you

until the cold came back

*

a child lost in toilet water

a sibling lost in the sewers

*

you relive the day that he died

you still can’t get to the bottom of things

*

you pointed all your fingers

but never looked closer

close enough

*

you never asked yourself

what have I done?

*

you carry a rage with you

that you could never release

never send back to its origins

nothing had ever been resolved

and you unleashed it on your children

*

rage is a subject

that replaced my father’s name

*

and I thought it was about us

*

my father carries ghosts in his head

the one that paralysed him the most is his own

*

they threatened him with it

and all he ever did was not die

*

I follow my father’s muted footsteps

*

silence is a cowardly blanket

sinking into the truth

stuffing apertures

*

the past leaks from my father’s pores

*

threats blowing on my father’s neck

contaminated children

I feel death close to home

*

my father’s rage is older than he is

unburied bombs, intact, from unforgotten wars

*

my father knows what money can do

he knows that money stands above humanity

he knows that money kills

*

he never made it out of the co-dependency

*

my father speaks with his ghosts

when he looks at me

and I live in a world

that I can’t see, can’t fathom

*

when reality kills,

art resuscitates.

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