XXXVII.

BENJAMIN WINKLER

 
 

soil clay   we drug    ourn bodies over
unto    the water    unto false
kinneret    had dried    painted faces
 
for war    red streaks    beneath ourn
eyes    hung shirts     sweat upon
bedframe     discarded     on the banks
 
in the book     of kings     we kept
this for ourn    coupling      made vows
we carved    unto    birches

 

 
 

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