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Regret
ОглавлениеI am regret, that slow vulture
that comes too late,
that skirts the congregation,
the carcass well past use,
a wrong choice long forgotten
that passes now
as abstract of history,
malleable to anyone’s interest, or mine,
picked at, turned over and over,
until its shrivelled tendons –
dry as bone –
turn white, then fine as ash
soon taken by the wind.
That regret, the slow vulture
that came too late,
that must itself die
but lives as shadow,
a shade that flaps
inside the head’s chambers
where I leave the unsaid unsaid,
conjuring instead
the absent word
into that old, old flinch.
I am that regret.