Lost Souls

Final Solution

part of: Poetry

by Test , Teresa Dunyati-Long

Ah, yes, the old tales of what was
There is no space left in our fettered minds.
The darkness, the dust, the detritus of centuries
of unasked questions rise up,

Cough up the questions lying within.
Let the cold of night
and the white spears of stars
pierce you to the heart.
Shiver with delight.
Let those who speak for dead minds
impale you on dead thoughts
yet still you will live
inhaling beauty,
exhaling the truth as you have lived it

c. 1990 Teresa Hawkes