John Sarvay - Elegy for September 10

John Sarvay - Elegy for September 10

Before all of our totems fell, you drew br A talisman on my forehead – I prayed br br For a late harvest and rose like a br Steel-eyed crow, scouring br br As many grains as I could devour before the last br Burnt vestiges of summer sloughed from my skin; br br Before the light touch of early wind could suggest br Our search for conclusions was at an end. That last New br br York night, we sat in Astoria. Hope sparked. I took in br The darkening skyline, struggled against sleep, dared br br Dream of a future again. Had I been a better alchemist br I would not have nursed this, would have slipped away br br From the past to blend memories like a salve, br Muddling with the practiced ease of one who works to forget br br Everything, even instinct. Flying out of Manhattan that morning, br I left behind something more beautiful than any scar br br I’d ever unpeeled. It was as promising br A morning since our demise was first revealed.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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