Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski-Graham
Question
So, tell me how it is,
tell me now who am I?
Where I am and why?
Time is timeless, so they say,
with no beginnings, no end,
why was it short for us?
It begun one day, to end
with no excuse offered?
The flower was sentenced
to flourish with vibrant colours
only for one day, one night.
Why the gift begun a sentence
so cruel, that I was left wandering,
weeping, dying slowly, to be resurrected
at night over and over again?
Years have passed and the broken
Sisyphus still pushes the boulder
of broken promise to the top of
the Mountain of Death, which
many called Life by mistake.
You, the false cartographer of maps!
Who gave you the power, the utter
arrogance, to name the Columns of Men
by erroneous name and promise?
What is the geography of humans
without the light, the love, the need
to be with other, who makes them whole?
So cruel is your ungodly design
to mark two separate frail human
bodies and fuse them into one soul –
than separating them by sending
the Angel of Death to take one only,
while leaving the other to be alive
in grief overwhelming and soulless.
B. Pacak-Gamalski, Vancouver, 19.02.26
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