Detainees

Elastic laments stretched
thick as
guardians,
shelter for the bombed,
wound mess
shuffling streetside
in
Sana’a-Chicago-favelas,

subbing Sahara
where Wolf’s
voice sucked Memphis sweet
and preserved,

jarring amber molasses
hobbled,
dimples
of the smiling, of
the wounded,
unshaven grimace.

Pulled-in, parked
against the cantor’s
alone,
bifurcated lung,

the one from
the next town
over, a
red freighted rig,
fecund in yield in

issues of political economy
sub-texting
aligned margins
unpublished,
corpus
of hand-wrung epodes

by New School emigre
dropout
collectives, non-membered, no
time for the welt
of Herr
Heidegger’s being.

In summertime frequencies,
Avenue A, Yiddish
productions of Kazan’s
Streetcar, starring

the great Tomashevsky, in
a delicatessen of
a role (Stella Kowalski).

Soupy coffee after
by the brickled joint
ovens, donning cloaks
of sacrifice, toasted over

an iron-mesh,
corner-trash-can and some
Yucatan
gourmets boiling
a found IRA
potato,

stretching out their good
pitching arms,
conniving,

pebbles to a nail
of the seductive highway

Satan, honoring the earnest,
irrefutable,

onset of Eid.