Death, Grief, Mine Na Poems

Down in the grotto of my heart

Down in the grotto of my heart

The swarm swells,
Into the anguish well
Where I wallow in my ancestors’ wounds
Mauve and violent, flame-scarred,
On the train tracks

The past and present entwining,
On raised birthmarks
Through German arms…
β€œGreat-Grams, I would have held you back”

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