[Further to my post in August about the death of David Farrell, Charl Cilliers has sent me the poem below. - NG]
Only Because The Endless Wanting Never Withers
In Memoriam: David Farrell
If only my slug would cease
if the endless wanting would wither
then I who live in the curl of the shell
would sing to the end of the shining trail.
David Farrell
The poet comes
into the world
in his own shell
in which he's curled
raises a periscopic
eye to see where
the world went
when he was not there
looks out along
endless white trails
and unsung songs
and untold tales.
(Charl J.F. Cilliers)