January 17, 2014

Under a fibrous cap,
Some bareness and reserve drily whisper
In punctured, nodding breaths
Of the cavities that house the dead,
Of those caricatures of time's addition
Sealed with limbs of mortar
All cracked.

In this place of burial,
Scratches and flakes of chalk,
Skin
Settle, reside.
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