may be my last

[The second]

Forbidden to learn

The anchor of poetry
Brutal memory
Dragging me to the deepest
Unlocking the chests of attics
A child forbidden to learn
Playing in the broken blocks
With plastic soldiers
I shoveled into the basement
Coal under snow
Only by teaching I shrunk
The radical learning
Falling asleep in a birthday cake
A film of fact and fallacy
Music and melody
A yellow sun every day
But not seen on my face
I am an older man now
But this world is still so young
With birds in spring
Light falling snow
I died upstairs
Now you will never know


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