by Ayo Khensu-Ra for Jenna
When the fires went up on the last day,
the embers flew into the sky, crackled
like the stars that were no longer there.
Words went into the flames
lives, records, whole stories
consumed in the heat of change —
they fueled our endings, threw
up the hot air that stirred our sails;
they were funerary offers to a dead world.
When did it start? When they left us?
Now we leave each other
and I stand alone with strangers
on the last beach, sand on the edge of some hell.
We will leave in the black ships lost out
in the darkness, riding at anchor.
I hold the jar against my body,
the glass warming almost as if
it has already been touched
by the flames
the paper charring inside
gasping out its last light before falling to ash.
I unscrew the lid, put the jar down,
tie the packet of papers to the smooth stone
I hold in my pocket.
I glance again at the words,
the black ink, all the things
I can remember, all of me,
all of us. I toss it toward the fire
and soon it is gone and
all the world is doomed.
I turn and walk in the sand,
not sure I want to sleep,
not sure I want to wake.
The sky is black.
Ayo Khensu-Ra’s Ilium will be published in our Spring 2013 issue.
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2 thoughts on ““Ilium” by Ayo Khensu-Ra”
Beautiful and evocative piece that kept, for me, pointing associatively to the dangers of City college’s possible shut down. Regardless of intent, great piece
A belated reply but thank you very, very much. I hadn’t quite thought of it that way but I really like your interpretation