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
A Room of My Own: Lingering Smell Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, LX: "suicide deaths"
the lingering smell
of blood-stained body parts
scattered everywhere
another soldier dies
...