The Mourner / Die Trauernde

Lynn Bryce

What have you done Fritz Cremer?
What is it you have done?
Did you take the blood and dust and companion it with dew?
Into how many sunsets and dawns
did you stir the smoke and stone,
the nations of mothers, and old people, and children.

Where did you find the horned stag
to drag away the afterbirth of the still born
to lay in wait for an unkindness of ravens
by a naked apple tree?

Did you direct the meltdown
of the barren chrysalis
and then mold the metal smooth
until we could look at it
but not now
not ever face to face.

Copyright 1995 Kaleidoscope. Write Place. Volume 6.
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