Make It Opaque

I slathered it all in
Yiddish: years later

finishing a
final line

(the) one book
begun: you cry

‘cyclamens’,
‘swinebread’,

‘sowbread’ at
daybreak, hands

slack snooping
Issac’s ritual

apparition
to reveal – Out

recording
mystery

for loss –
formal belly

of rhyme,

pallative for
an ending soon.