by Eric Pankey
A line marks each day
Not to commemorate
But cross out
: :
The moss-crumbled brick
Rejoins the clayey soil
As dust flakes and slivers
: :
To hide the blood stain
The entire cloth is re-dyed red
: :
Impermanence takes its form
As repetition
sunrise moonfall
Streams and rivers swollen
With ice-melt the mountain sheds
: :
Here and now
Space and time
Figured as
A single equation
: :
Note the legible
Within the palimpsest
Beneath the blur
Of the wiped away