the anonymous violence of loss

				to sashakova klupchak


scudded winds swing erratic
 the pendulum arc of history's barbarism
as a thousand soldiers thousand feet
cobble stones in
and out
of eden

barely fallen
now submerged
--sinking 		food for the sludge
clawed blue crabs
 a tainted hue
from mottled vegetation
that last go around was
long ago
but not		 	  long		   enough

print on
the dotted line
name_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
age_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
sex_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
religion_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

everybody 	IN

ALL	aboard

a runaway grin crossed
eyeless sockets of
a conductor who knew not
but the stop and start
gauge;	freight, 	time:
de railed 	in the ravine of progress

the ravine
flowing out of sight
then nowhere
lingering the dusk
begging the night infinity
fly into the darkest
grab the reaching hands
wretch the yellowed soil
read aloud                  so loud
to the sunlight bent by delirium
aloft in unintended flight
no! 	hollowed bones do not
mark the graves of birds
birds do not take first flight
in darkness
and perpetuity

what is left
for anonymous memorials
no news  papers    no photo  graphs
ovens have burned the bridges
piece by piece
traded for a blanket

to bed the coming days
but the blanket's too small


hushhh


a finger presses
lips held sounds
--not all together mine
or yours 	but of creatures
once
apparitions
now bellowing
through the heavy'd blades mourning
dew         over there  	   and over 	            there
and somehow the dusk shadows cast
stretch longer near Sachenhausen
and Neustadt  --should we call them
by name

those embers
who smiled
once 	   	  at the sky



	stars *                        	+
								    *			             +
								    *		                      +
						                      *                                        +
*			    graves  +



quiet


		don't 		

move


the  re
birth of shadows
brush the sand
whisk     desires of  re
cycled elegance

--tears on white tipped waves
as architects of the oceans
we will cry again
faulted
on this     green

flash

of

earth