2277
7.84
26.iii.26
cut out of the picture
ekphrastic for
Nahom Teklehaimanot’s ‘No Shore for the
Living, No Shore for the Dead’
there is no face but
made of another
no hand but must have
held
lips and all the
world drawn out –
disguises, chains of
gravity
the dove of exile
wings to say
the grimace
a chess field
if there is a mask to
wear
it’s all the eyes to
haunt me still
one feels how we all fall
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