Not Just

Not just Shabbat evening NOW, but

endless generations out of everywhere

here, ghost more real than flesh and blood,

the genetic swirl of Belsen alwaysness.

The Hair

 

             

The hair that never greys and breasts,

 eyes, labia, legs that never autumn, that

 snow that spring melts every day, the word-hands

 every day (byting) find newfound lands of daily

 revelation that Homer, Tchekov, Verlaine it from

                   a forever deathlessness.                                                                   printable