love erases its name

 

                                                                                               Love erases its name: it

                                                                                                                              writes itself to you).

                                                                                                                           - Paul Celan 

 

i am the sentence

love serves

 

in the illegible yard of a family's

un-doings

 

uttered into predictability

its routine haunts

the stone-bloom of a child's

chalk-drawn flower.

 

*

 

from the wall that has always been my limit

i watch

 

love

in its uniform of sacrifice

 

erases its name

because it does not recognize itself

in words.

 

 

 

from Cipher and Poverty (The Book of Nothing)  Mike Schertzer, 1997