Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Black Zodiac

Everything that the pencil says is erasable,
Unlike our voices, whose words are black and permanent,
Smudging our lives like coal dust,
Unlike our memories,
Etched like a skyline against the mind,
Unlike our irretrievable deeds . . .
The pencil spills everything, and then takes everything back.

(Charles Wright. Black Zodiac. "Lives of the Saints")