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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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