The holocaust rises in spirals
("Silver Clasp")
Mots clés holocaust
In a hot greenish body of water
slowly slides
A gesture a sigh a moan
will provoke his wild teeth
("Silver Clasp")
Is it a world in the making
that turns as it whistles to the depths of my being
It is burning
Suppose it were to appear
A bleeding rosary at the window
a sun setting on the marshlands
("Silver Clasp")
Mots clés world burning being appear marshlands
This constant basso on the horizon
is it the waterfall
or the cannon
("Poem")
Those letters under the door
A new life
The war at a distance
and my drinking glass that smokes
A brightness crowns the universe
("Two Poems")
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