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Monday, 28 April 2025

For Jasmine - Ernest Pépin

I will place this poem on your grave
Like a sun demanding justice
Time has not fallen silent
It has not forgotten how you left
It still asks why of assassinated love
Red Love
Love with red hands
Love against Love
You were not a goat
A beast killed at the hour of sacrifice
A memory erased with a single puff of cloud
A score settled in the market of grudges
You were a childhood
A youth
The promise of a heart
No court can judge a death
Its maybe
Its always
Only the assassin remains
The brutal surge of misunderstandings
The tearing apart of the possibilities of the possible
Failure
The narrow prison of conscience
The heavy chain of memory
There is no key for assassins
And no one frees the memory of the inconsolable
Except forgiveness
The burden of forgiveness
The scar of forgiveness
The immense forgiveness
Burning lava of a mortally wounded heart
That is why
I place this poem on your grave
In the name of the Great Forgiveness
For your repose and not your revenge

Ernest Pépin (born 1950) Guadeloupe
Translated by Bruce Levitan (based on Google translate)
Source: Potomitan

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