b.z. niditch | unaccounted for


A remoteness on the earth
overshadows each marble of innocence
after the war weary winter
effacing scenes as in Lang’s Metropolis
and withered death on snowy fields
by childhood backyard fences
here bent and pinned bones
long to endure sunlight
from the burnt brown hair
surviving near a pale nostril
on a patch of landscape
Picasso shaped bodies
on crutches,
roads of skinny cripples
reeling from an off-balanced winds
by an overcast flash of sky
as a procession of mourners
pass over the river’s edge.

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