By Lorna Goodison
-I've done my best to immortalize what i failed to keep.
And now I am a lepidopterist
with my rows of bitter pins
securing here, now there
the flown species wings.
If we soak the memories
in our bile
they will keep and crystallize
in the heat of this now poisoned air.
I thought I had you/ where are you?
You gave up on us/ I gave up on you
You changed your mind/ I'm changing mine
Lord, even in death the wings beat so.
let me put this las row in.