tall tales and all

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Poetry

A Tale of Exile

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Count me dead among the living
Unremember me with kindness
Cry your tears once - 
And set the memory of me free
Cup the salty springs 
That burn down your cheeks 
And pour them beneath your feet
A fitting libation 
To the forgetting of Christmas

Beloved you, forever so distant
Untouch me with the fingers 
Of weary waiting
Unsing the hope of my return
Send me back -
To the place of goodbye
Where we stood and embraced
That I may laugh away 
My years of exile, and tell you
It was all a dream

All of it

A wicked lie 
That hides in the folds of time
Pretending it were a truth

Unthink me
Set me free
With the spirit
Of Christmas

Mkawasi Mcharo Hall
© mkmc 22dec2006 washington, dc