Martin TURNER - Lines for Alexander Blok

2014-06-12 0

Bushels of light from the electric maples
float in the underpass.
Night enters the cemetery like a spade.

Only dawn has promised
erasure, blessed erasure
of all memories of this corner.

We have the look, we all
have the look of people who are waiting.
We eat from a bowl of sirens.

Only the long face
of night is not yet mottled,
the white face of night.

It is the night's last blessing.
Erasure, the long-promised
erasure will soon occur.

Martin TURNER

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