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.