Life and War with Mikey Fatboy Delgado
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
All was rounded

… die Axt hat geblüht …

All was rounded and all was soluble
And sharpness curled inward until the blade
Was like a leaf in autumn and poems
Lost their harsh edges and were about love
And the icepick fell out of use and ice
Calved and went all its separate ways and seas
Lapped at the machinery of the state
And the winds rose and in courtyards circled
Moaning like the frenzied past caught in traps
And the sound of its keening was the cry
Of grandmothers calling to their daughters
And their daughters’ daughters - “Judith, take care”
- “Aviva, be ready at the door”  - “We
Have lost Shulamit, has anybody seen her?”


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