Black Saturday—
all things seen
since then
for the first time
the faces that have been disappeared;
leaf crackle in the static
in spring
the leap from noun
to verb
 
 
the day
as it was to become
when I left it
hear now
within ocean rumble
a gull's hunger
damped down
by unseasonal reign
failed haiku
 
 
US and them
right up to the last 
strumpet
scattered clouds
the expanse of space
I occupy
always the beginning
before
the never ending
in Auchwitz cave
the fingernail etchings
of terror