Peter Gizzi

Caption

     
     One less body is lost in snow
     The dying one (in time) becomes a landscape, 
             do you remember how it came about?
     
     Snow unlike glass, glass unlike a corpse
     Moon unlike a torso boldly colored in
             with bark, with slate, with soil breaking up
     
     in the furrows of another eroding shape
     
     Or a severed line, bringing us together for the first time
     March unlike Spring or an almanac out of date,
             nomenclature: everywhere
     
     Evidence, perception, conclusion
     Unlike a dull pool on a brown tire track,
             earlier I said landscape 
     
     How did it come about?
     
     Grief unlike truth, truth unlike snow
     Body unlike its outline
     
     

Copyright © 1996 Peter Gizzi

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