Sunday, June 10, 2012

another fragment from Testamenta

song sauntered into him between
         the notes of short & long
from where does what word spring
         to mind         you can’t know anything
about the simplest flower         in this
         midday blue so dark you expect
to see stars         Rembrandt’s lion still poised
         and nonchalant after all these years
silent entry of four white pink-faced
         geese into the lake         with a memory
ticket marked everything hanging from
         your neck         reading withdraws
from him         voices of the dead bellowing
         at you from all sides