—the family of simple, monosyllabic words.
–Adam Zagajewski, Another Beauty
the tsunami smell of yeast inundated our house
the mornings our mother baked bread,
up through floorboards it came up the stairwell
it spread stirring our dreamselves alive
fresh loaves, bells for the nose
their toll sent sleep from somnolent heads,
broken bread. you are the salt of the earth, he said
as a breeze blew over a wine jug’s spout
which made a lowing sound
as if a ghost were playing a bass flute,
as if a shade could play such an instrument.
we heard with superstitious ears
and over our shoulders cast that condiment
a column of salt: Lot’s wife turned around
with sorrow. her heart bled,
thumped to her anger at what god did,
ached over the ashes of each house
over the ashes of ash Wednesday,
over the ashes of the day before,
over smoking coals glowing with godjustice.
unnamed she stood
becoming a pillar of sodium chloride looking back
watching tongues of fire,
watching pillars of smoke,
watching her world burn
condemned
for not keeping her
grief hid
Jim Culleny; November 2008
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Blink 
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