The dim light hangs. I punctuate silence. The dark corner calls. I choose a careful path. The floor is populated: metal faces cry, grimace, countenance the violence of my gait, clanking protests; warnings; death-cries. I enter the heart. The ceiling is low at my head. Brutal steps ring sharp in my ears. Detachment dies in protests; warnings; death-cries. I choose a path of return, for which I am. I remember the dead only through force, clanks and cries. What is my alibi? What is my alibi?
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP, 2010. Spurred by Menashe Kadishman’s “Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves)” installation at the Jüdisches Museum Berlin (Jewish Museum, Berlin); video here.