Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Requiem for the other David



I am his
Namesake, an
Unknown uncle
This other David

He had
Long gone
By the time
I arrived

His life
Compacted
To a phrase
Died of war wounds

And I
Wonder
Who he was
This man

Committed
To oblivion
No grainy
Black and white

To give his
Features visage
His presence,
Forgotten

But for
Four words
Died of war wounds
I wonder

What were his wounds
What was his war
Did he have time
To love

His spectral
Haunting presence
Restless, in his
Obscurity

A man,
An uncle
A name
Nearly forgotten

Nearly,
But not forgotten
Saved by words
Just four

And we,
Live
Linked by
Our names

And the other
Man, we shared
Your brother
My father


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