[poem] Signature

by Tolu Ogunlesi

Who sits in your cockpit,
Sweaty hands fixed upon your controls –
God, or Darwin?

Who spins your machine out of the path
Of my buzz-seeking swipe;
Programs you to fly light

On your outbound journey, elusive
As light; and to return loaded
With blood, sluggish, half-doomed?


On the wall beside my bed,
Your bloody memory.

You never said
Much, allowing instead
Those whining wings

That fed on dreams
And darkness
To do all the speaking.


Who will bear your spirit to eternity,
And build a memorial at the site
Where you will lie,

A blood-bearing boeing,
A living signature,
A darkening memory

(c) 2011 

Originally appeared in Istanbul Literary Review


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