Jake's Flea Market

if this german field were in denmark

if marcellus lived

that faraway father   leaned on a scythe
at a distance where i can’t see that he has eyes

or teeth that keep his face from collapse   
or if he’s aged down to three teeth   
or two   or one    or toothless   
his face collapsed

that distant face is a patch of leather 
in the shade of a landsknecht’s   tellerbarret   
hatbrim in the wool   dyed black   

that blur in my vision   it isn’t marcellus