Master Letters

"Am Moor" Am lean against. Am the heavy hour Hand at urge, At the verge of one. Am the ice comb of the tonsured Hair, am the second Hand, halted, the velvet opera glove. Am slant. Am fen, the injure Wind at withins, Stranger where the storm forms a face if the body stands enough In a weather this Cripple & this rough. Am shunt. Was moon-shaped helmet left In bog, was condition Of a spirit shorn, childlike & herd. Was Andalusian, ambsace, Bird. Am kept. Was keeper of the badly marred, was furious done god, was Patient, was bad Luck, was nurse. Ninety badly wounded men lay baying In the reddened reedy Hay of Saxony, was surgeon to their flinch & hoop, was hospice To their torso hall, Was numinous creature to their dying Off. Am numb. Was shoulder & queer luck. Am among. Was gaunt. Was--why--or the mutton & moss. Was the rented room. Was chamber & ambage & tender & burn. Am esurient, was the hungry form. Am anatomy. Was the bleating thing. From the Trade Paperback edition.Brock-Broido, Lucie is the author of 'Master Letters' with ISBN 9780679441748 and ISBN 0679441743.