Issue # 9 April 2011
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
Landscape With Empty Eyes

All
Here
Is dead
White so white
Dazzled by ravens
Lost in the scrawny arms of trees
Heavy with snow and mistletoe
Pregnant with cold age
Made colder
Yet by
Their
Cries

A symphony for cracking eaves.

Fog
Wave
Crows chime
Chattering
Smothered by midday
Eyes long eaten away by frost
By a voracious blaze at last
Fever trapped in snow
Blood berries
Locked in
Ice
Peace

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