Cinders
in clotted
smoke
stone of
the war
and its gleaming
battle plans
reduced to
perfection
the floors reappear
in silent
symphonic gestures,
a folded paper
calico window
hung with tiger
skins, knocking twice
at night
Jerusalem red
lamps
worn more
as a garland
than her smear turning
trampled door
breaking the fall
scribbles
under square jars,
giants
in long fits
in hieroglyphics
the painters
weaned on
bent reed pens
drilled holes, blood
ink of gorgons
(violet)
sample of
the sirens
hooked
in delay over
and underwater
approaches
replete
faint
bluish grey
Copyright © 2018 Cedar Sigo. Used with permission of the author.
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