from resurrection to sunday
we cross off dates on the calendar
waiting for salvation
it comes in an appearance of mountain air
in the gas chamber of a city
silvery ants
drag stones up to the summit
rub against steel sides
itching
tracks left on the neck from a tight collar
under quilted clouds
© Aigerim Tazhi. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2012 by J. Kates. All rights reserved.