Make It Opaque

I slathered it all in literary
Yiddish. Ten years later

to finish a
final line of

(the) one book
begun: you cry

‘cyclamens’,
‘swinebread’

or ‘sowbread’ at
daybreak, hands

slack snooping
Issac’s ritual

apparition to a
reveal – Out

repairing
mystery for

loss – Semi-
formal belly

of rhyme, careful —
an ending soon.