Wednesday, August 26, 2015

MIKLOS RADNOTI'S LAST DAY

In an an unclean blouse
verse clings to your mouth
indelible eyes for words
which remain
on forced marches
to feel the grief of us
not shaved
bruised and exhausted
from centuries of injustice
with outstretched arms
in a gravel pit like Joseph
your brothers surround you
or cry out on trains.

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