02.2.2002

“[Omnes ad unum interficiuntur]…”

[Omnes ad unum interficiuntur] fills the room
trades immense for matrix hoof for noun
its oblong remnants taste steely & distilled
its pale marks left after the forage
& made believe the bad heel blindly
drew up boundaries & were so arrayed
through the window the token thirst appears
at dusk on a page w/ scar
it is not the smell of cinnamon
not the sun striking a mineral-red wall
that they adventure for none but themselves
if deciding the book to be obscure
—the cost of the coast of Sicily —
Caesar ait: Milites ad unum omnes interficiuntur.

John Tipton (© 2002)