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?
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Philip Kobylarz