unbegun
continent condemning one
to
improvise, acrobatic
deficit, its questions
commands,
ious in the night
of tourism, sells its last
peak above water level
to
the last bidder, all enter-
prise put off, yet ever greater
masses at the gate, at a
loss,
writing
off the future, unfinished
crowd, powers in the night
of number indecisively
defined,
[you and I] dis-
posed of, ever polishing, a trace
near the sea, we
a
stray demand, final
hard workers, groundless,
rate rising on the beach
and
appeals at lip level, the origins
as words go back and forth
an anacoluthon, discharged
and forced to settle, in
ancient
cities, illicit
promises that all’s not done
(to Frank Keizer)
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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