Leadenly lead us in
Heat from exertion
Icy from snow
Numb
From loss
From pain and hate
And dropped burned books
Bomb these stark shadow lines
Deadened punctured landscape
Endlessly blackly repels us
Pale and bloodless
Not seeing
Dead
Empty book
Scrawled endless
Words emerge from the soil
A blankness awaiting new life
Inspired by Anselm Kiefer at the Royal Academy Oct 2014
Für Paul Celan Ash Flower (2006)
Black Flakes (2006)
