frozen albatross (redux)

keep away ghost
of a thousand eyes
go back to hell
where you belong
i’ve seen your lips
move out of sequence
with the haunted
sounds you dredge up
why are you dragging
a boat about
your neck
the river
what’s left of it
tells me it’s too late

What I’m Reading:

“Black milk of daybreak we drink it at dusk
we drink it at noon in mornings we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we dig a grave in the sky there is plenty of room”

— Paul Celan / “Todesfuge”