Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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a dream
long black banners
in the wind
three
and five
numbers thought in score and decade
wind
darkness

Nagqu far inland
high above
and yet
(as I am here)
an island
of
difference

Xi Zang
another name for
loss and remembrance

I stitch it in to the tale of
of BlackHawk's people
drowned in the dark waters
where I stood watching the slow sleep of a salmon

dark rubbed stories
dug
flung out, unfurled

long black banners
in the wind

three miseries
and five prayers
unhemmed
ravelling


old numbers among
supplicants, liars,
and
flint heavy peoples

new numbers
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