torn labels

handsomeness was their Third characteristic,
they couldn’t have done it w/o handsomeness.
chrome-blue eyes, teutonic faces and sharp smiles.
long-distance bodies in military green and
black gloved hands
                                               knock!
                                               knock!

oh father, sallow figure, eyes quiver and
dignity shutdown.
son stands in th doorway, ready to bleed.
he is also a soldier but
will not unite in th dark night
as snowflakes land gently on ghetto streets.
                                               zeit!
                                               zeit!

frantic golden smiles melt on black boots.
cold breaths of unnecessary commands
drift up into th black sky shimmers.

not a breath around th kitchen table
where women cradle radios.
moments of children react to upper fear.
th floorboards are full
so man stand
do not go gently…
shoemaker curse not,
it was in th church you first got hurt.
                                              schnell!
                                              schnell!

cheeks scrape th frozen ground.
th handsome men
postured swift and stern like a new fashion

                                             a wave of black
                                             skinny dislocated arms

# posted by hardyf : 18:57