Remembrance: Paul Celan
(For Jerry and Pierre)
by Steve McCaffery
Or is it afterwards
post-war baby immanent wandlung with corona succubus
city up front lawn law yawns a fremde howdy
to see and say you at the same time if a door can open
this way it must be March depending on
whether a doctor listens in dismay to the almond blue sixth
of nine Vienna months
a jagged energy phone-call to abandoned matrix hashish
on your eyelids
write up sold, told
the Swiss editor “abyss” is always
a hotel when travelling
and one fails death by forgetting it.
The foggiest streets admit
a technique of rhyme. Death’s duel as death’s deal
likened to a seizure of the disappearance and use of
“removal” as something other than a breached endeavour.
this expression noting nothing not even being.
Death’s time in no time Treblinka-smile.
The teeth-harp with no music
hung by a piano wire
Harp of rose all Europe an aspen
dark alley of wells
the mirror which boxes in afterthought
why through its need for paint art dies
And only a face meant?
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