"Rearranged letters
are gentler traders."
  --@Anthony_Etherin
      “SPEECH OF BARRICADING DRUMS,
 
      song of drums barricading.
The steamroller rumbles
a second
Iliad
into the torn
pavement,
sand-bordered
the old images
startle themselves in the gutter,
the dying warriors shed blood like oil
in silver puddles, on the road-
side, death-rattle,
Troy, the dust-crowned,
understands.”
–Washburn & Guillemin’s Celan


 
 
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