by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Turned
into dozens
of circling
white doves
out from under
the all-of-a-sudden
wafting up
like ripe old men
with sagging flesh
flaring
over balding heads
obsequiously
tongue-in-cheek
on unseemly
silent screens
for recently-
released
raw-memoried
pioneers
repeatedly
remembering
the neediest...
No comments:
Post a Comment