Towns really Poem by Nicole Brossard

Towns really



towns with their ancient piles of misfortune
wavering
between memory and floods of virtual fury
until
the black and very-gray of dust and cries
make in my mouth
an erosion of life that cannot be shared

Translated by Sylvain Gallais and Cynthia Hogue

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