Kazim Ali

Requiem

I thought you thought
The world in shapes moved

What is still the unsober world
Moves

On your last day you shopped
Drank coffee, swept the porch

You thought I thought
Unseen is better than seen

This scene appears
to disappear

All matter
matters

In music after a swell
A rest

But in the end one never gets the ending right
One stands on the porch with a broom

Thinking
Where’s my son

That faraway 
sound

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