Painting Czeslawa Kwoka          by Theresa Edwards (verse) & Lori Schreiner (art)

I            -            II            -            III            -            IV            -            V

IV ~

 

In color we feel the

blacks of uniformity,

harsh marks of suffering

blacken the scratched

shadows below your nostrils.

  

The black slit above your

grey lower lip sucks us

empty—your eyes, black

oval platters reflecting

SS soldiers and worse

within deep, grey carvings.   

 

Black is blacker in color.