song for A14

A face of stone found

an engraving, a Romanian town
three flights up
above the bank – it splits
reveals lips
like you couldn’t imagine
bear a legend

tell us that
we don’t move
but that around us
rushes past

pushing hands
in flesh to leave
in paisley bruises
promise me
you’ll come home

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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