Echoes

Echoes


Genghis Khan has chroniclers to soothe him.
If it can be imagined,
place him next to a peasant with a swollen throat;
a peasant he has smeared,
like glacial granite chips,
they find his wooden teeth in France.
The pill wedged in his gullet
is leaking iron tears,
which stain and darken and grow old,
pitiless.