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DAVID FRASER
In Memoriam 2 There is a hole black and deep Below the bridge To leap through by A bruised butterfly, flutter of wings Wet with weary thoughts. His dark shape in leather Black as night, as cold as stars Falls, a stone of flesh and bone That once cracked smiles and laughed; His strong once shoulders touched, His mind so tense in now Drops like a fragment of a curtain Furled with failing wings. The bridge an aching memory, And now the ground approaches fast And swallows up his soul. In Memoriam #3 I remember; it is A bitter piece of agony Like hammered bone, Fragments shattered. I remember tracks followed On crisp snow, The arc of your skis Tearing up the mountain, Rending powder Into a still blemished symmetry. I remember tiny shards of time Spent on many mountains, Postcards sent and saved, Parts of you Silently held close to my heart, I remember and weep the anger Of your leaving A stone dropping into dust. |
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