Sugar paper in the beaks of birds of paradise

from ‘Last Words’ by Michael Symmons Roberts   (www.https://symmonsroberts.com)

(i)
You have a new message:
Kiss the kids goodbye from me
Keep well, keep strong, you know
I’m sure, but here’s to say I love you.
I lay these voice-prints
like a set of tracks, to stop
you getting lost among the tall trees
beneath the break-less canopy,
on the long slow walk you take
from here without me.

(ii)
You have a new message:
I do not want to leave you this
magnetic print, this digit trace,
my coded and decoded voice.
I do not want to leave you.
If I had a choice, my last words
would be carried to your window
on three slips of sugar paper in
the beaks of birds of paradise.
The words would say,
I’m sure you know,
I love you.

 

Remembering R.B.H d. September 11th, 2001.

Remembering H.W.H d. September 19th, 2001