Driving Past Auschwitz

See the dumb tree stare across the horizon
& look across a killer highway to where sand 
goes on for miles.

Spanish Dancer

Rilke Translation

The Solitariness of National Service

My national service is solitude — 
I recommend long marches
in regular doses.
Ask the guru how…

1965

These are the basics, the travails
of two boys, brothers born
too close, just 13 months apart
starved of nourishment
starved of love, father absent…

Too Late for All But Love

Mother the road ahead is closed.
I knew you at the beginning
but never at the end.
Tragedies are often archetypal…

Waking, Dreams & Dreamless Sleep

Don’t worry about the hanging fir or moonlight dripping from chrome…

Stepping on to the Allotment

We are adrift from each other
by two worlds — both a language — 
though connected by 
a wide grid funnelling…

A River Walk For Sophisticates

She walks in front
a yellow bear on
the banks of the Odra — 
new, luxuriant camel coat
trailing an…

A Portrait of My Mother

in the Summer of 1945

In Desperate Need of Tears & Saliva

Here, let me bolster the crane
of your indifference
let me toss in a flare where
old bark has…