Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2012 v11n1
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MATHIAS SVALINA

The Wine-Dark Sea (III)

Make a noise
& there is no
predicting

what some fingers char
to war poem
or worship.

Is this a landscape yet?
or only lyric
lingering?
Surprise chains

like drying
skin.

Make a noise.
Don’t worry.
It stays forever.    


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