To Volcano, with esteem

From a scorching cra-
-ter, a curl of smoke points up,
up-up-up-upward!

The tree of the field

A bang. A bang.
Bang. A chop. A saw. The tree
doesn’t care to fall.

Waiting

Brilliant now, the
buried bones. But just wait for
what’s from the dry bones.

Or just zitsfleisch…

Wait forever, if
necessary, for the illed-
out moment. Amen.

Yom HaShoah

The bed/coffin swings
empty. Those that are made ash –
can they be buried?

Creation

So hot! Orange soda
– the Shechinah — bubbles
on ice cream. Shehakol.

Sefirah Style

The hair left to grow.
Animals: winter. In us
this estivation.