(weight of the rubble)



the weight of the rubble
the cold thwank
of iron on rock
“How much do you carry, mother?”
a burden beyond compare
the moon:
lashes curved
an iris aware
“Who dares disturb the dust?”
nearby gravitas
not even an echo
of laughter
to relieve the darkening air
“Where do you find the time?”
now, here, nowhere else
a fire burns
among the ruins
on roofless walls

(from primogenitive folly, August 2001-April 203)

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