This poem is taken from PN Review 259, Volume 47 Number 5, May - June 2021.
Tridents
877
OF A DEATH
I finger this death
ⓧ in my thoughts
I wipe off the tears
878
HAPPY DAYS
fire, brook, exhausted earth
ⓧ squared-off sky
unhappy days
...
OF A DEATH
I finger this death
ⓧ in my thoughts
I wipe off the tears
878
HAPPY DAYS
fire, brook, exhausted earth
ⓧ squared-off sky
unhappy days
...
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