Bomb Poem No.
Poetry is revelation, poetry denudes.
At its best it strips a layer of skin off language, off the beloved's body, off the moment it seeks to recreate. But poetry knows these truths, poetry broods, poetry flowers on the thin dried skin of pain, and neither language nor love will stop it. Of all moments to relive, there is none more appropriate to a poet than the moment of destruction. Ran from the Nazis to France. France falls, he runs to America by way of Spain.