Der Gilgul (The Possessed)

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1

he picks a coin up
from the ground

it burns his hand
like ashes it is red

& marks him as it marks
the othershidden

he is hidden in the forest
in a world of nails

his dibbik fills him


2

Each night another one would hang himself. Airless boxcars.
Kaddish. "What will they do with us?" The brown & black
spots on their bellies. So many clothes. The field was littered.
Ten thousand corpses in one place. Arranged in layers. I am
moving down the field from right to left—reversing myself at
every step. The ground approaches. money. And still his great-
est fear was that he would lose his shoes.


3

earth, growing fat with
the slime of corpsesgreen & pink

that ooze like treacle, turn
into a kind of tallow

that are black
at evening that absorb

all light
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