Marianne Shaneen

The Peekaboo Theory

the incessant sound (first mistyped 'wound') of war's
wingbeats reverberating through our communication,

through all the joining of two points
(wingtips touch, propelling flight)

armies advancing all technologies of traversal

remembered caress over Braille of your face--
a soldier crouched in a trench at night, gently gliding my
fingers over combinations of raised dots to read military
instructions, passing them to the next soldier to silently
convey operations without giving away our positions:
night writing