Ein Fremdes Land: A Tanka Sequence

for Georg Trakl

wolf moon
standing high in the sky
I hear it
howl in my blood ...
eyes upon the dripping

head hit
by a train of thoughts
lost
a stranger among
white ruins of words

one deep gaze
into the blue of night
spurs me
at war against flesh
I am he who is apart

June 2010 issue of LYNX