Fog at Sea
A light mist in the air, an autumnal sway,
celtic, crossed and re-crossed, we're on our way.
A watery calvary stares into our blemished
air. Today we dead coagulate -
thicken - our dying words still
rampant on our cracked lips.
Our vanishing life unfixed, unbridgeable
...
Thursday 26th August 2010 9:42 pm
A Vanishing Life
This vanishing life
cobbled streets and smoke and these long grey days of August
but at heart my orthodox soul grieves
amidst these long centuries of despair
all the bodies left there
landless
we were
our sons taken
anytime
to return
savages
constantinople
we bury our dead at night
out of sight
of these converts
renega...
Tuesday 24th August 2010 9:18 pm
Fugue
two menorahs loosen
memory's chains
and restore the past
at last,
here in my head
dark star's velvet scream
is heard but
never seen
leave the poor
as they were before
footsteps in the snow
Paris 42
and the Gestapo
perform another round-up,
and a seemingly innocent Jew,
Paul Leon, just visiting,
is tossed into a Mercedes
hard,
...Sunday 27th June 2010 11:03 pm
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