Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose
[For Miklos Radnóti (1909-1944)]
I the root was once the flower
Under these dim tons my bower.
Comes the shearing of the thread.
A saw is wailing overhead.
-- From a notebook meant to be found when his remains were excavated from the pit
The death you dreamed occurred
at last. All deaths you feared
came finally to pass.
The world shrank to a shattered
Still, calculated faith
that words are life
pushed patient tendrils
towards the light,
where now they flash
dark obsidian fire.
First published in 2016 Anna D. Rosenberg Award Collection (Poetica, Sept. 2017)