The holocaust rises in spirals
("Silver Clasp")
Tag: 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")
Tag: 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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