On the Other Side

This morning I have been pondering on what happens when one redacts someone from a narrative. No matter how well spun subsequently, there are tell tale signs, phantom signs, of the intentional omission.

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when all their talking

‘tis finally done

peace for him

if not them?

 

unsolvable

despite all the stirring

no solution

suspended

 

a glitch

an upended hiatus

an anomalous man

who cannot be fitted

 

a rogue narrative

now crumpled in

the wastepaper bin

discussed ad infinitum

 

that is all he was

a rejected chapter

a struck-out verse

a remnant

 

the unfinished

cannot now close

for the space,

the vacuum

 

the void of

where he was

unavoidable

somehow

 

a strange ripple

unease amongst

all those dominoes

stacked so close