Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Eleventh Station


THE ELEVENTH STATION: MAIDANEK


1
a thing
spoken
speaks in me

I see
the spoken
thing

a word
hail
pestilence

& from your face
a curse
is poured out

& a bone
is set in motion
spoken

in disgust
to see
the one who speaks it

2
a foreigner,
you say,
the dew like blood

her city
broken
empty for her sake

has blessed you,
seed of them
I will pursue

& you will say
in blood:
leave me alone


Jerome Rothenberg

Posted over on Rothenberg's Homepage

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