Selected Poems

Main Street

The walk sign changes now
hordes stroll by, unmoved
by fowl hanging in window
of a Szechuan food market.

Nude chickens, hens and long ducks float
pose spread-eagle like prosper lanterns.  
Pale freckled corpses rise featherless and
yearn to become the crispiest orange carcass.  

Dripping fat cakes into death pools
under hot lamps. Here yellow skin caramelizes  
red and hovers closer to upstairs.

A student violins recovered Auschwitz songs
and his passions prison is just an open window
away, somewhere between dinner and heaven.




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