Poems by Tatul-Sonentz

The Call and Sour Eulogy

The Call and Sour Eulogy


THE CALL
 
 To Neda
 
On a summer day
in this ancient land
where a pagan sun
once reigned supreme
in a merciless encounter
between hope and fear
in the eternal sphere
of re-creation –
on the streets of a city
torn between what was
and what is to be –
between Adam
and Eve – on the eve
of a new dawn you ventured
forth with childlike candor
holding the hand
of destiny…
 
You wondered for whom
the shots were meant
as your chest exploded
and you fell…
your wide open young eyes
turned to the skies
to the fading light
of a silent sun
seeking an answer
to the divine thirst
for a sacrifice —
a burnt offering
on the blood soaked altar
of freedom of the soul…
 
Your unuttered call
yet to be heard
is suddenly silenced
by a pierced heart
bleeding on the dust
of a long road paved with pain
leading to the final abode
of the human spirit
in its quest for peace
in an Eden without bars…
 
You are home at last
nestled in a million hearts
that witnessed in your demise
and your frozen gaze
the surging triumph of light
over darkness.
 
 
Sour Eulogy
 
To those
with whom
I broke bread
and shared my bed
now all six feet under
yet looking down
on me from
up there…
 
Oh, God!
how I resent
the dead silence
and the mute
conceit
of the departed!
 
 
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