#title Sestina #subtitle Produced as a free poem by the Great Mohasky Press, Detroit, November 4, 1974 #author Bill Rehahn #SORTauthors Bill Rehahn; #date 1975 #source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/266-september-1975/sestina]] #lang en #pubdate 2013-09-18 #notes Fifth Estate #266, September, 1975 This here’s Detroit, home of hungering dreams, home of my empty pockets and tired worn fingers. The shadows cast are Babylon’s, that made scorpion death of my mother. So many have sacrificed a mother to become orphans of Detroit grown cold in the shades of Babylon that leave us hungering with no place for our fingers but our empty pockets. Nothing in my pockets is all that’s left of my mother except tired worn fingers grown empty by Detroit. I have nothing but a hungering dream, to escape these shades of Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, empty as my pockets, black as my hungering remembering my mother dead, sacrificed for Detroit, my home, where tired worn fingers bled, red, bled blood raw fingers cold, congealed in the shadow’s Babylon shadow of Detroit. I want to leave, to fill my pockets, remember my mother and satisfy this hungering empty hungering I cannot grasp with my fingers. I want the memory of my mother in the light the other side of Babylon, on the other side of empty pockets, outside the shadows of Detroit where my mother’s shadow is Babylon’s shade, my worn fingers empty pockets hungering in this my home, Detroit.