--- M A R E K   L U G O W S K I

each girl has an en face face
and these face on faces are blending
sending memories to wash up and over the top
on my strand -- as if swarming
candy-fed zoo gibbons through the wires
anonymous in one lump sum to us yet each lovingly
identifiable to their ponytailed blonde keeper

i do not know where this song is going
but i am going where the orange sun is going

yes under its nameplate shield
the field tomb of the unknown number
it says there longingly questingly -- ouest
a word i picked up near toronto near montreal
near ottawa -- and never ever let go.