Songs of Anisha
“The Untouchable Or The Orphan In Darfur,”
by Abigail George
Everything is blue or black
As serious as a heart attack
The sky transcends this experience
The black otherworldliness
The world exists upside down
You are still gone.
You are fragile like a satellite
As serious as the impulse of flight
Your demeanour unlovable
Death, the dying are always untouchable
Faceless in this cold, unknown world
You are left within a black, shrouded mould.
Up to the perfect sky
Faraway; blue like a marble
My heart is cut out like a cancer
No longer haunting the radar
Like advances; my tongue is silenced
I am sickened – lonely against the light.
Black as night, as winter trees
Your memory is as cool as the summer rain
You are not here, you are missing – incomplete
The recovery like hunger lingers under my skin
Like rage, a mystic I am dangerous and cursed.
I surrender – I will never love again.
I have lost you – you are still a child in time
Untouched by youth, a culture panic-stricken
Love is when I loved you; the smell, the colour of your skin
Shadows are like traffic, distracting, winning
You cast no shadow; the air is dosed with the licking flames of doubt
You are the phoenix who found the final exit out.
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