By Ehud Sela
The year first quarter quartered
The wind whispers in the shade between trees
The pool pump pumps
The AC hums
A female mosquito seeks my blood.
And you dead poet speak in first person
Of your life in the sixties
Fifty years past
Our thoughts are grounded on the same rocks
Jagged and lacerating
One hopes rescuable;
Be wise we must.
Your heart ceased in the taxi its ride
Your fate sends shivers down my spine.
By Ehud Sela
You died forty years ago
And you were so afraid of death.
Two pounds that’s all your work’s worth
At the book store cellar by Trafalgar square.
You hoped for friendly angels
To guide you through the night
Disperse your fears.
But forty years have passed,
One old slim hard cover book
All that’s left;
Two pounds: all your work’s worth.
I think you feared that you will die young
And so you did.
But it was not your fear that brought your death
Of that you can rest assured,
And as you so well understood
We are all alone.
I found you:
Forty years have passed,
Such a talent lost.
To you, dead poet nothing matters any more,
But if forty years later
Someone’s love for you still lingers in the air,
With the humble power of my words
I will try and resurrect your soul.
And if all those that knew of you have died
As I so much fear
In me your thoughts revive
And nothing more I can give.
I found you
Forty years have passed
In the cellar by Trafalgar square.
Dr. Ehud Sela is a veterinarian, he owns an Animal Hospital in Margate, Florida. Dr. Sela writes both poetry and prose. His writings can be found online and in print.