Constellation

It was not intended
to convey
a message other than
the dark street
where, walking, you
burned your hand
waving,
not intending to
be seen
nor to convey
a message
wherein your fingers
touched the sky
leaving welts
on all the stars,
pieces of skin
imprinted
above your head
a man with a mask
who
his eyes
burning
holes, your hand
reached,
he sang
to you
before it was
time
and even afterwards
on the dark street,
seeing sky,
you remembered
his eyes.

*Art by Anselm Kiefer (“Anselm Kiefer is a German painter and sculptor.His works incorporate materials such as straw, ash, clay, lead, and shellac. The poems of Paul Celan have played a role in developing Kiefer’s themes of German history and the horror of the Holocaust, as have the spiritual concepts of Kabbalah.”) – Wikipedia