Ur, again, Philip Kobylarz

Michael Diehl, Fall Beginnings


Ur, again



City. Night. Stars. City seen. At night. As stars. As stars. City at night. Seen. Lights

                                                                                    may seem to be beings,

indicators of pinpoints, perspectives. Red, illuminated, in a diorama. Mountain. Mtns.

                                                                                    Fields in between. Where cities were.

Then destroyed. Stopping places. Rest. Resting. Where they traded spice, beads, textiles,

                                                                                    woven with horse hair in patterns

of growth imitating those of local women’s heads. They traded money made of teeth, shells,

                                                                                    cutlery, preserving salts, who were they, we?

Philip Kobylarz

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