A REDISCOVERED POEM (5) UNTITLED

 

The presence
of the dead
in every
corner
opens now
into a space
of names
& faces
that escape
from time

the lonely dead
stare out at us
they learn
to play
a game
& teach us
how to read
the times
before
& after

gathered
in our minds
a faceless
swarm
of the departed
for as far
as we can see
the streets
of Paris
as they were
before

the names
of friends
we share
between us
on the flight
to Berlin
other faces
with pale
substance
& grey hair (Amirgen White Knee)
a world
of strangers

fathomless
across from us
they sit
& stare out
at the frozen
sky
barometers
of change
the living
& the dead
together

take my hand
in yours
& we will find
a passage
to a world
the mind
remembers
& the heart
can share
the resolution
that the dead man
saves for us
absent a face

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