w h y i d i d n o t a n s w e r y o u r l e t t e r
. there is a stone
tower
. in a secret place, its walls are
. thick and pierced only by
. slits of blackness . Around the tower
. on the ground
. lie the endless faces
. of the damned all
. screaming, calling out, all
. motionless and silent. Above
. the tower , wheeling
in a sky ·
. (black star
. lace
. . . hangs a
. great bird , whose
. yellow jewel eye occasionally
scans below, pausing
here and there
on a face
it has known : here,
there are no names
and I do not
remember_
©Peter A. Greene 2012.
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