Trespasses – poem-film in English, made in France https://youtu.be/oIOqbPGRfMw
TRESPASSES by Philip Bennetta
(Oradour-sur-Glane, 2012)
the same stone
corner, crossing
well, church, road
overhead the telephone
cables, limp, mute
the stones fall
timbers collapse
piled-up
where they fell
gone now
the scorched stone wails
what is remains…
this stone
supporting our gaze
now fallen; gently placed
the stillness, which trespasses
on dark ways
and under glass
beneath comprehension
among fragment, artefact
the melted lenses
in your tiny lunettes…
to help us see
after the eyes burn?






