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Antony GormleyRooter series 2017-2018, Fall II, 2018


What happened to you? 
Did you lose your head? 
Was that before the fall 
or after?

I just can’t decide, 
seeing you, 
lying there; 
a dead remains 
of who you were 
before the fall.

Was it an accident? 
Or did you 
commit suicide?

There is no head here. 
Did you think 
when you went down? 
What did you feel 
the moments just before 
fatal impact?

I try 
not just to understand 
what happened here, 
but who you were

and somehow 
weird as it may seem 
hold you 
close to my heart, 
if only for a moment.

Nevertheless; 
I see here 
what remains of you 
and yet I try, 
in ways, for reasons 
that I can’t get clear 
in mind, 
and even more; in heart, 
to fold my arms 
around you 
as you were

the moments of your fall 
and all that came before 
from birth 
and maybe even 
from conception on.

To make you feel, 
crazy attempt, I realize, 
but yet, 
to make you feel 
that you were loved,

and make your death

undone?

Revive the person 
that you were.

For all eternity?

 

 

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