Lee Posna

A Sky Is there no way to see the Scorched, scoreless, serious Syrian Sky blue—across it A carrier pigeon flies from Damascus To Sidon (Toghtekin to al-Assad)— ‘Fatimids sending forces’—across Cymbal-crash-bright, deep, clear azure, clean As swiss of hot sword on whetstone ringing Across crusade sky?     A Sky Is there no way to… Continue reading Lee Posna