"Ash Woz Here"
On a quiet sunday morning
With a smiling sun's warmth
On the garden foliage
And on the window panes,
We are stripping wallpaper
In the room with a steamer.
The job is easy as eating pizza
You hold the applicator against each slice
And the wallpaper easily peels off
Like the way wet clothes drop off
From the body after the shower.
By noon the room is unpleasingly naked
Like an old person with battle scars.
But there was still a wall left
To be denuded, to be made bare
So I apply the the steam against the final strips
The water drips between my fingers like tears
And as the paper falls to the floor
I see etched on the plaster a message
From times past before:
"Ash Woz Here"
In a writing so familiar!
I feel a shock, I freeze
And the water is now dripping
From my eyes, from my heart, from my soul!
The message took fours years to reach me;
From the forgetfulness of memory it has come
To declare itself loud and clear:
"Ash Woz Here"
My little brother who always wore
A smile on his face even when he was in trouble
Even when I chased him up the stairs
For his many dares, for breaking my sun glasses,
My little bro who was never ill in his life
But it was his own blood that turned traitor on him
Doctors said it was "spontaneous Brain hemorrhage"
From undetected "Leukaemia" that took him
And all that left of him is a message on a wall
To remind us that he was indeed here...
Yes, brother you woz here and we loved you for it
And we miss you...we miss you...we miss you...