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.
