~ for Louise Nevelson
A colorless guilt
This self-fashioned light
Of the shipyards shore grey
Beardless presence
Of an after
Math after
An aftermath
Wood assumes
Number to not forget
This distance
Beyond the pale of settlement
& into
The arms of this shadow now
We sing a world uncolored
Of those pograms
A more immediate Kiev
They destroy destroy again
For the 29th
Time to ruin
Ruins affix stack
This not world
Variations on seen things seen
Words and wood
What definition of the present
To measure slivers
Through the city scraping
The eye
Fresh it seemed pure conscience, pure
Sense pirched on rocks for thousands
Of years we stand
In this night-
mare counting shadows
as they fall from earth.
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