Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Tale of Cup and Saucer

Tale of Cup and Saucer

How did this man with teeth of ochre 
vying for premature emancipation 
from sunken scorched cheeks 

Tell his time of steeping, hellish limbo 
later mistaken for some consecration? 

Did he place the dainty cup with saucer
upon a lace bound table like crosses station
with gruff of fine motor and tobacco's reek?

Yell to my grandfather, oldest son, go:
’get your wife, place it among rations!’

And then ‘aspetta! Wait, look here!'
etched beneath bone in aching precision-
swastika. Lore lost by lips that still seek.

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