for Hans Ebner*

a battled
rifle

dismantled.

a naked
woman

trained
as a white
bird.

she coaxed madness
out of you

a slow milk
a certain science.

it was there
all along

that **** war.

twenty years
tight and untuned
since you

walked the earth.

and now
I bend back
thinking of

that **** war.

souls
easily stolen
as coins
spent.

gathered
like rain drops
on the screen
between

me and the world.

black and white
refracted back

there
but a short
moment

and
then falling

silent
without

appeal
or burnt
retribution

mute
in decline

like everything
that came

before.