The Day of the Dead (in Bratislava) -Immanuel Mifsud
March 28, 2012, 7:03 am
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If you were here, I’d ask you to recite
whole chapters that now are buried with dust.
Then I might have some clue as to how
I’d found my way to this unlit station.
From which no train is ever going to leave.
From which no footstep leads me away.

If you were here today, you could colour in
the blank map by which I was led alone
through the streets, the blind corners I turned
so that now I’ve arrived at this precise spot.
I’ve no idea how to pull myself out of here.

My blood, the fairground where ghouls hang out.

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