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Chorus Attempting to Interpret Unearthed

Fragments of Their Play


BY CAROLINA EBEID
Can you let go the concern
for how it began what happened

Here the word house remains


A reddening ( ) near house

To describe the sounds


coming in A human voice
barks through the window

the same voice like horsehair


stretched along the bow drawn
across the strings

Where the action is missing


we place ( ) A girl pours out

water from a pail flung up


so that the water arches
into a sickle in an instant
of daylight

The word swallows as a complaint


of swallows raiding the air
suddenly thick with gnats

When you notice the ash


you will mutter ash
& it will appear again: ash
on everything, behind the ears ash

Maybe this shadow belongs


to the house at 4:30
Shadow is a length of gauze
loosened over the garden

It began with blizzards


for nine hours

A cleft on the ceiling


or a cleft in the chest
No matter, a cleft let
the weather in

Here is a description
of a face in anger
a weather of arrows

Instead of counting sheep


the injured man folds clothes
in his head into heaps

Separate what is missing


from what’s disappeared

(here has been eaten by silverfish)


We are left to think of ( )

as the space between falling


asleep & waking up
Swallow can be a passage

the gullet, throat,


a grave in the ground
We’re surrounded by swallows

that open ( ) so fluent with bodies


nobodies

Here there was a story


& we were part of the after-
waves in a disaster

braiding wreaths of roadside flowers

The violet ones we’ll call purple daughters


The white ones: asylum lights