This is the place
Where the end fell into itselfWe were there as it looked back toward us
With our empty bells and our souls
Burning in the hillsWe arrived in a boat made by a quivering child
Everything fallen out of our mirrors
As we taste the first days
And the last….
The place
Foggia ghetto
18july20
Month: July 2020
They sit where horsemen have passed
They sit where horsemen have passed
Moisture rising from
the hoof prints….Owl dreams hovering above them….
on a rainy mountain road near grove Oklahoma
A dead black one lifted its glistening wing
As I passed…..In a haunted mansion in France
I closed the bathroom mirror the limp wings
And vacant eyes behind me….These are the ones that chose us….
And will sit with us
While only our shadows remainand our bones have melted away….
Angels
Thursday July 16
Lesina Italy
You are not a wolf
“You are not a wolf
And this is the land of wolves now….”
Sicario the film 2015.Long before winter these ones sent
Their tracks looking for you….The black dog sits among you
Its crimson eyes turned toward youThey will ask you to come out
Whether by your stench of hatred or evil fearThey sit in the blackness where you sleep
They will rise as darkness to enshroud you
They know who you are…..
We are among you
Even now….
Dog soldier poem for enemies.
Mahago domiutz tsistsistas
Hotomitoneo
June 30.20