Denise Levertov poem, "Overheard over S.E. Asia"
'White phosphorous, white phosphorous
mechanical snow,
where are you falling?'
'I am falling impartially on roads and roofs,
on bamboo thickets, on people.
My name recalls rich seas on rainy nights,
each drop that hits the surface eliciting
luminous response from a million algae.
My name is a whisper of sequins. Ha!
Each of them is a disk of fire,
I am the snow that burns.
I fall
wherever men send me to fall -
but I prefer flesh, so smooth, so dense:
I decorate it in black, and seek
the bone.
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