Funeral for Hope

In every beginning is an end

In every end is a beginning

We shall keep our breath under our eyelids

We saw green trees melt into ashes

The mid-day rain washed memories

Damped them where rotten shadows

Once upon a pride, sold cleavages for praise;

On which face shall we smile

When the last offspring of hope

Was found, a skeleton, in a rubbish can

Behind our house of dreams

Where we erected flags to impregnate desire?

We shall lay his skeleton in state

For despair and stress to pay homage

We shall mummify it with ashes

And inter it among the daffodils in our backyard

Wait for moons to see it resurrect

For now, it will be shameful

To borrow someone’s face for funeral

Though ours is bereaved of tears

For now, we shall keep our breath

Under constant watch against thieves and cannibals

20.05.2015