Edom
- Evan Barbaric
Edom fortress, might, spires of steel gate of stars, hard and cold iron walls, wooden wills desert place, cool evening to cast the Earth in vaporous shroud and efface the formlessness of memory approaching, we are approaching * * * this is the first/last screening the filtering of minds for those (if yours) which are too small shall fall through to the bottomless ether as insubstantial grains, to be burned alive upon the atmosphere of tribal exhalations exaltations * * * wooden faces plastic trees come up all from the Dead Sea to walk infertile deserts marching on to Seir