the custom
is about mourning
7 days later
then 40 days
saying goodbye
to those who have gone
before us
to wherever whatever
one believes
awaits us
and as I touch
my head
on the carpet
of the mosque
I say goodbye
to all those
I have lost
along the way
saying goodbye
Goodbye by Tu Mu
It seems the fiercest love is no love at all, in the end.
Sipping wine together, we feel nothing now but absent
smiles. Candles, at least, still have hearts. They grieve
over goodbye, cry our tears for us until dawn-lit skies.
translated by David Hinton
Leonard Durso 