reading Levi
Primo Levi said dawn came like a betrayer— And in my dream last night some renewed dawn of open spaces country a dog shadows of time unfurled the moment innocent— Awake I think Galapagos, undone fallen ocean floors warm-forested bark beetles chewing, chewing, chewing among dead pines and not woodpecker enough to keep the beetles in check not enough effort against decline And as Primo boards his train he says—just as Wiesel did—how: Nevertheless each mother for her child cooked that last night cooked and packed a suitcase and acted as though the next dawn would be like every other in all the days through which she had so far lived and loved
LEIGH HERRICK ~
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— March 11, 2008