The Peace of Olive

 

 

And in the bud of almost summer morning
he no longer remembers.
No longer remembers the date
of the Peace of Olive.
In vain, he rummages the is the will be the was.
Eh       after               it seems to me
that      and in             v v v
and then, in the Riss in the Mindel or in the Würm?
Or in a pluvial term?
The docent will fax his certification
test to the superintendent.
                       “You there, in the back. Knock it off!
                      The rest?” We arrest
                      we interpose we obscure
                      specularly, frozen in the pure            matutinal
                      in a portent ~ in an
                      equilibrium of terror.

 

 

 

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