in the east
organ twisted in the ice-storm
repeat the people's fugue
the purple slaughter gas
belongs to disleafed stars
a troops’ wave of
shattered skulls silver limbs
dyes the night
falling ghosts sighing
in the shade of the ash
trees
thorns grip the city
the moon hunts women down
bleeding steps
wolves through the door
heart
wild heart gone white in the wood
dim fear
of death's gold
in grey clouds died
novemberevening
at the abattoir door
a mass of poor women clutched
baskets
of putrid flesh & viscera
bitter taste
evening’s blue dove
brought no appeasement
dark trumpet
through the elm's wet
goldleaves
a tattered flag of blood
smoking
in manic melancholy
a man listening
o their iron times
buried in the afterglow
the young girl’s
shape
stepped from the dark hallway
pale moon envelope
autumncourt
battered black conifers
in the night swell
a sheer rampart
o heart
shimmering in the yowdendrift
after ‘Im Osten’ and ‘Das Herz’ by Georg Trakl