a book named sirianna (for Gunnar Ulstad)
This poem was written by Siriana Helleloid in a 12-Month Poetry Collection Generator taught by Angel Nafis.
differs from the occupation of a country. In that occupation, who gun-whips the bricklayer to build? Who aims the bricklayer to fire? A list of true facts:
near the falls. As a boy, the bricklayer trekked the mountains on foot to ask her his fortune. Years later, the reindeer trampled berries the same season
at a typewriter & wrote the witch & bound her in hardcover; years later, his daughter held the book & said: this name. But, steer the boat backwards
’s a different country. Waterfalls plunge down mountains into fjords & mouths shape different words. There is a wall where they once shot bodies belonging to names picked at random from the phone book. A team
wrestled in the mountains, & their occupation spread like wildfire. The witch told the bricklayer that he would live to see one-hundred years. The trolls
bombs into buildings the bricklayer built. The bricklayer trekked the mountain, carried a thermos & cheese sandwiches, learned to lay bricks to care for his mother’s
the bullet holes in his breast & years later remembered the number - 24 - in a new language. The trolls threw bricks at his head & he stole their chocolate & hid it
until no crows could find them. The trolls threw bricks at his workers until he saw their ribs out of their open skin. The trolls threw bricks at his babies, who wailed.
in an elevator shaft with a typewriter & listened to crows on the radio, typing for help. He lost his hearing after an accident, lost his second language to a stroke,
under his arm when the bricks rained down. He carried his child. The crows came when the sun rose. The trolls turned to stone, save the ones who didn’t.
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