I am reading...

I am reading
I struggle through the thicket of consonants
and diacritic marks
through teeth through rocks
Muslim tombstones; crosses Latin
and orthodox ; thistles
skinning over bristle ground ; sometimes
I meet a word soft and juicy
a grass, a mouth calling me like unexpectedly
found acquaintance
then a crowd again : a clang
of machine guns ; hurrying
people and suddenly a tune : a trembling voice
a song jagged like a lace
of leaves on a tree
till it becomes dark ; the words
fade slowly ; an echo lasts : a rustle
of silk tearing into shreds by night ; a tapping
of nails against the nails ; the silent planes
passing over the town

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