[poem] Signature

by Tolu Ogunlesi
 
1

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?

2

Splattered,
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.

3

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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