Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter.
My ancestors start hovering about my
What did I achieve?
Glorified stones and shining plaques
adorn the garden,
round and round my spirit soars. Are
Two things always haunted me. Space
and voices. I searched
my atlas and traced my home which
Nothing will alter my hurt. I am
afraid to lose my soft eye,
roving smell and final judgement.