Treasure Island

Carol Snow


News of: Codicils


Too many things

one must know -- so many --

a place on the breath for each? each passing?
(its turning -- breath's inmost
turning, my Love --

for delight -- )

*
And another



'massacre of the innocents.'

And that there is a form
even for that.

*

Breath as



tidal -- ardor... fervor... horror... as moon --

*

What comfort?

*

There was a moment



of blessing, calm.
Though it was a pause, a hiatus.



*

'... then what felt like a whirlwind



had risen up
in me, such that

little was spared.'

*

News of



the unbearable, happening.

Breath saying Now, now.

Submitted: Friday, March 09, 2012

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