Tuesday
Dec132011

Inscription (Vault)

Danniel Schoonebeek




When you dig us back up


and the last fires dying on the western rim


I want one of you


to say in your language

god damn


what a fine set of teeth she had


I want one of you

to snap from my neck


the harmonica I wore from a thread


(if it helps think of me      

a deserter


say I’ve come to remove his dog tags)


Now I want you to hold it above you

against the wind


(I want there to still be wind)


and the one who’s not dancing


when the song

issues forth


I want him to sing


in your language brother remember


god damn this was their song


not ours

I’m singing


this was their wind that fights its way through the teeth