Tuesday, November 26, 2013


© Farouk Asvat

Everything I touch
Bruises me

Everything that caresses me
Taints me
With the scent of death:

            So much blood
            Is wasted in youth
            That cannot be gathered
            Into the hands of wisdom

© farouk asvat

composed: 04.09.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township

[] Acknowledgements:

Everything I Touch was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p35, 2006).

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