of ancient cities and peoples to me
Thyatira or Samothrace or Ur
as if I might remember them
as if they might mean something to me
these names gone back to music
when you knowing we cannot
have them still insist upon
their presence in the poem
Syriandus or Scopilius of Tyre
it’s like we’re children playing marbles
with gemstones the eyes of fallen angels
cat’s eyes and the evil eyes of men
all thrown together to be sorted out
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