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- Elena Sirett
Sponge like, melted pores of a man risen from peat bogs
insides slashed-
riddled with mistletoe pollen
Strong, leg bones broke to bits
Ground, spilling from a stained cotton bag
and, with excitement
plaid school uniforms gather round the sarcophagi
In a hall named for my grandfather
my own looming specter traversing the halls of remembrance
It’s easy to forget,
with the cameras, the agonised teachers, the power outlets
But for one shining moment I caught the hallowed glare of nature.
The feather tipped arrows, the spread tasseled coat, the oculists scalpel, the trodden down coins, the skulls-
Their skulls.
Their digitally reconstructed faces on opposing screens
In our newness we feel infallible, buy postcards of death and continue to breath.
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- Elena Sirett
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