The Lamp (I) Acrylic on Paper 22 x 30 in 2001

The Lamp (I)
Acrylic on Paper
22 x 30 in
2001

I am blinded by
the light
that filters through
the lamp.
And old lampshade
one may say –
perhaps a cousin
or a wife
or a son or a friend
or a parent
you may say.
Dusty lamp hidden
in history’s deepest crack,
you don’t want to
shed your light
upon the other artifacts
you don’t want to
cast your awesome rays
upon my face
for I am blinded
by tears
after having lived and seen
your sacred shade tented
like a common garment
on a wire of hate.
Turn off your blinding light
oh lamp
and tell me finally
your name
that I can rest.

S. Balagura                October 24, 1999