by Emma McIntyre

Fie! Away, mournful silence!
It is you again, who finds comfort in the uniform greys;
The faded names. The eroded stone; you, alone.
Sunrise, sunset. Son, brother, friend.
You continue; crushing souls beneath your feet
Until you pause at mine, and study
The inscription above my head
Through the sky’s deluge and through my marrow.
Letters carved into immortal stone:
Sunrise, sunset. Daughter, sister, friend…
It is within these letters that I find my being.
Indeed, by these few letters, I am seen.
On my life, I am seen!

Yet, you fail to see me;
My mien; my person.
And you continue once more.
For in my place, you regard but the unadorned headstone
Where a vestige of my essence now lies.

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford. Written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff, new issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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