the confident precision of lament

December 6, 2011 § 4 Comments

Francesca Woodman, Untitled

Standing before death she would see
she who saw life,
sitting aside the pistil,
a moment captured,
with the confident precision of lament
allowed the young who have,
in not having seen at all, seen enough,
exhausted sight,
weary before it is time to sleep.

Chipped like a pallid wall,
the leaden frigidity of a life
erect and exposed —
silence fragile and cut to size,
a moment anonymous
named —
by the stain of shadows cast
and voyeur visions unseen.

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