Elegy To My Converso Past

by Samuel De Lemos

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To you, I write
this elegy:
Men of letters,
of a distant past.

Fear not!
For you are not dead.

Though, in
the land
of the living, you
no longer take your
normal stroll.

Similar to Moses
nursing
on his dear
mother’s breast.

Things
hidden, remained
secret
from the rest.

like babes,
we nurse on the
wisdom
you left for us
behind.

Your manifold
conversations,
of every imaginable
thought,

Your many ideas,
gives us life.