(eleventh moment)
I hear his voice no more.
Forty days since I shook him in the earth
I hear his voice no more,
Save snippets and sighs in the wood
Save echoes in the action of the day
I hear his voice no more
That arching voice
That planet splitting
Quantum clarity
Of a soul singing for its constructor
I hear his voice no more
Sat here, cross legged and calling.
By Ali A. Naqvi
Note: this was written forty days after the funeral, read at the ceremony for the fortieth day.
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