Here is a mind
caught in the elision
between personal, political.
Here is a nib
charged with invisible ink
that under iron heat
turns blood-brown.
Here is a silence.
(Death happens in brackets)
but still you can hear
the bell of the voice,
chiming, tolling,
the scratching of the pen.
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