After oppression
I come to live
With a rusty wound
With a whisper like a moan
With an amputated spontaneity
With a tense empathy
Thus I turn my back
When I want to hold you tight
Forgive me love
I wish I could put
My hands on your head
Kiss your fingertips and nick
But I am only a remain
Of a wound that came back
From oppression time
To a time they name
Amends
Can a glass
Be amended
After you break?
<15 August 2002>