Two Poems
William Allegrezza
shells
perhaps
it is decided
“our words are shells”
beyond halos
matter
with a political will so long
that no one counters
the free
intent
practice
once then again
whisper over lashes
past handles
into just the right ears—
those who wait,
who unbecome
are nowhere else
“cease”
moving
towards
the I
of stasis