I’ve been haunted all morning…

I’ve been haunted all morning

As Miklos Radnoti stays, that dear man

Murdered by the SS, cut down

With poems in his pockets—

A mad world now

Hearts undefended.

 

If I knew birds, I mean

Really knew them,

I’d know the true ones

Tipping me the future

And I’d make

My cuneiform scrawl

To rival them

Hiding the marks.