I continue. But of course, I do. There isno other way. I continue from whereI left you. In this space, last week. I trust I did not leave you so disconsolate you resolved not to return. I’d understand. This isn’t easy, or usual, or even unusual. This seldom comes to transpire. But it is transpiring.
Look at me. You thought I was dead, you thought your were done with me, my last breath, the last run of blood, the last fluffing of my lungs, the last blip on my veins, the last beat of my ventricle, my last ion of temperature, my last sigh, the last thing in my eye, my last bit of memory. You thought you’d squeezed it all out of me and left me. For dead.
Mishtake.
Look again. Look at me. I am here, right here. With flashlights on my shoulders. Looking for you. You are the one who’s hiding. Where are you?
This is the voice of the murderee, pleading the murderer’s presence. Wah! Round of applause. Please. Who gets murdered and begins, first thing, to look for the one that murdered? Perhaps murdered folks would want to, but do they? Can they?
Well, well, I can. You see me. I am up and about. I am trying to see you. I will not rest until I do. It’s likely the only thing worth doing for me now. Now that I have been left in such shape, for dead, by you.
I have appealed, there is a court of final appeal. I have appealed against what you did to me. There’s no date yet — we know how things are, this is cartavya call after all — but I am proceeding. Towards the date. Whenever it may be. I hope to come across it somewhere along the way.
And you. I hope to encounter you.That is the main hope. I am out lookingfor you. With flashlights, not one but two. You can see.
You can see me too. It’s my shoulders that are holding up the flashlights. You cannot see me, but you are not meant to. I do not have a face, or a face that is in the shape of a face. It is a face, what you see, but that is how you left it, my face.
I shall come again
some day If nothin’ else to holler hello!
The dead are known to sometimes rise, I say
Be careful, you dirty fellow.