Moonlight all around
Cut-up poem using found lines from the Magical Realist Fiction anthology from Dr. Theodora West’s continental literature course, circa 1985.
A man and frau stand beside a craggy tree
gazing at the moon, expecting the impossible,
bodies steaming thickly, more and more unable to move.
What a death it was, two months long and so loud!
Big strangers, faces no longer familiar to anyone,
turning to porcelain, without a nose.
