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go now from here to market square
go now from here to market squareevery week on my way to the black eagle the widow wittner and her sister startconversations with me they ask if there’s baptism on sundayor if it’s time for the lord’s supperi think they’d rather be wives than widowsshake your head when you meet themthen hurry your steps towardyesterday… Continue reading
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after the clock’s hands
after the clock’s hands climbed to the top of my time pieceafter our feet stepped up spiral stairs to the top of the rampartsbefore the one o’clock black was extinguishedand the out of time specter of the grieving king was ignitedmarcellus looked out over the parapet all i saw was how dark it was i… Continue reading
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at the black eagle yesterday i met
at the black eagle yesterday i meta mercenary named kehrina soldier amputatedbelow the knee down to a beggara deserving beggaramputated from a cruel career downto holding his hand out for a kindnesshe brought old reports from ghent abandoned by the dutchstarved by the spaniardi bought tankards of beer for him to make the old news… Continue reading
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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that specter reignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to… Continue reading
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i wrote leopold a letter
i wrote leopold a letterthe bishopric of passau is blacktrimmed with corded scarletwith scarlet buttons fastenedi asked that he abandon itasked that he wear insteadthe archduchy of austria golden silk with scarletand silver threads embroideredwith sleeves and a codpiece prominentyour plan to go to antwerpto sit and listen to nora play on her recorderto watch… Continue reading
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i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up
i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up see through cloud see through the sun see through the worlds that circledeach other like gladiators the pathsby which they circled see allall the way to where the hand wrote watchthe hand writehe never asked my thoughts saidhe knew they conspired evil Continue reading
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these are the january and the february hours after midnight
these are the january and the february hours after midnighther sleepless attendant opens the door to her bedchambersees by candlelight how nora’s body motionless on the bed’sbecome a row of mountains under snowdrifts of deep sheepskinin a dark cave embraced by white ribs her heart’s a beara bear that warms the ribs and is warmed… Continue reading
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marcellus was a coin
marcellus was a coin taxed from an estate to help pay for claudius’ warson the face of the coin wherewas claudius’ head engravedand on the hind side where marcellus’ worthmarcellus didn’t thinkhis was a peasant’s heartin a skin of soldier’s mail he pulsedin a steel shellin his heart he knew allbut his heart never thought Continue reading
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in her den dark bedchamber nora
in her den dark bedchamber noralast night before the year endedfull bellied and empty bladdered creptin a thin snow of chemise from her bedsideprayers up onto a thin snow of bedsheetwith every sundown begins a winter Continue reading
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made more by the danish coloured tunic he wore
made more by the danish coloured tunic he woreover the linen field of undershirt he’d laboured in a skin of sweat and dust for weeks before out of his rank he reacheda dirt worked hand that had clawed fields fistedknuckled at my slept- in nakedness of clothes unflaggedof pennants of banners of emblems the horrorto… Continue reading
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