Light melted around the tyrannosaur.
the orange-ing sun, each of
them like close up headlights of
Toby believed he remembered
sun light, sitting next to Anthony and Zain in
a dried up ravine.
Toby had listened to their –
layers and layers of
plans – what they would do
when they leave war behind.
Could not remember what he had planned for himself.
I believe in my fossil;
the erasing, rewriting
layers of carbon to date.
How to plan decay!
Time stuck to its planning!
In that vaporizing light of
Toby believed in layers of doubts.
Shadows rose upward.
He heard his own voice
talking to Jamal’s cat.
“Seriously, how long must we stay in Afghanistan?”
His words, preserved like fossil, replaying
Anthony was dead.
Toby believed – he could be telling that
all along throughout the day.
He can still
sit in that ravine
With Anthony and Zain in a belief.
Sunset behind the mound – a calcified fossil like sky.
Dried up light, could be preserved in plans-
everything to end.
Sky could be planning to build the Stars.
Afghanistan was real last night in Toby’s sleep.
While he was
sitting in the dry ravine
all day and across the twilight.
Sitting with the sounds of
sky and floating clouds
about the war,
about what he was up to,
and why he was even inside the ravine,
He believed in layers of dreams, before
he began to forget.
He forgot how to even
remember what he forgot!
“We forget, when we find
layers of absurdity.”
Toby held Anthony’s memories better than his own.
When they found Toby alive.
Toby wondered whether he had a
memory of the injury!
He did memorize the recovery!
Anthony used to dream, he was going to marry Lisa who
was a photograph in
and out of Anthony’s purse.
lay on the stretcher
between sleep, wake and dreams
remembering – whatever he could.
All he could ask the nurse was –
“How will Anthony marry Lisa now?”
you recover a death, turn
into a fossil, it doesn’t matter whose memories
you inherit to haunt a dream.
Could be a memory of a Neolithic man
sitting by a fire pit – carving a spear-head.
How did he know how to perfect
that stone to bleed the mammoth?
Dreams do not matter any more to Toby –
“You either step in or step outside a dream.”
Toby did not know what his own dreams
used to be.
Layers of absurdity fog his reasoning.
Toby did not recall
why he held Anthony’s words in
layers of this fog.
He tries to make up some reason.
Zain had called months later.
Toby cannot remember what Zain was
talking about, did not focus on his words that day.
Tries to carve a story
on what Zain was talking…
Carved the tyrannosaur out of the shrub instead.
Toby wants to tell all about Anthony’s memories
of Lisa to the melting light, wasn’t sure
who Lisa was.
She was just a photograph,
who used to be in
and out of Anthony’s pocket.
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