"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Staring at the floor   for

47.5 minutes   Cold morgue

of a place   Bring me your

limping  your decrepit  your    hanging on by a thread


Neighbourhood blood lab

Dehumanize the dehumanized

Pretty girl from Dhaka  eyes         glazed over

Number 17!  she intones  in

dead monotone


Once alive  skipping stones in

a holy river   but no God ever

visited these concrete rooms         nature is forbidden


No windows   just trapped

blood specimens  shifting on

sore haunches


In mind’s eyes  becoming animals

who howl at the moon  Fully high

in the May 2nd  sky    Dhaka girl        confides

during ECG:  I’d rather be outside


Only 9 more hours of bloodletting      to go



By the rivers of Babylon

Where we sat down

There we wept

When we remembered Zion            (Melodians)



Spring  2013

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