i'm trying to write this poem and its so nto working and apparently im dyslexic.

it might have even been a masterpiece.

if sylvia were still alive, i would ask her how she did it........wrote, lavish amounts.. pulling word for word.

you knelt down too soon... you knelt down too soon.

its suppose to be about the discovery of cordilleran belts, affluence... a flowing to or toward a point. afflux. and. fertility.


in these monolithic times
we study stalinist architecture

build them a palace please!

she has taken a similar turn
no more as hitler
systematic systems of repression

Darfur.

as a dry plateau
we said; "never again"

now
crowned in distinction
we cast dead children into trees.