Der Gilgul (The Possessed)

1 he picks a coin up from the ground it burns his hand like ashes it is red & marks him as it marks the others      hidden he is hidden in the forest in a world of nails his dibbik fills him 2 Each night another one would hang himself. Airless boxcars. Kaddish. "What will they do with us?" The brown & black spots on their bellies. So many clothes. The field was littered. Ten thousand corpses in one place. Arranged in layers. I am moving down the field from right to left—reversing myself at every step. The ground approaches. Money. And still his great- est fear was that he would lose his shoes. 3 earth, growing fat with the slime of corpses      green & pink that ooze like treacle, turn into a kind of tallow that are black at evening       that absorb all light