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I cover my eyes with electrical wires,

see yellow dawn eclipse Stop signs,

turn green and screech into phosphorescence.

Each flickering finger:

a memory of a flashing yellow sign,

blinks between charcoal sheets of monsoon rain

then slices through the thawing of our hunger

with the cracked eaves of a shattered house.

Its autobiographical muscle —

stringing trees into a forest, convulses,

only to be flattened under its metallic leaves

and sold as bricks for its basement of fire.

from Flood SongFind it in the library

Copyright © 2009 Sherwin Bitsui
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Poems Sherwin Bitsui

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