Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Terror: a tanka sequence Published in U.M.Ph.! Prose

Published in U.M.Ph.! Prose

Terror: a tanka sequence

broken images,
fragments of Boston 
coil inside...
on a crowded street
my thoughts stream ahead of me

black on gray clouds: 
when trees are wounded 
by a waxing moon
how then can I tell you
the story of men who kill?

it begins to rain nails
when the grenade explodes
a few feet away
from the belly of death...
I lie alone in my body

quiet cortège
moving slowly along the street…
this spring 
everything looks frail,
half-dim in sorrow

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