EASTING for RenĂŠ Char
You kept trying to teach me ceremony with stones in your mouthâ€”stones of the river from which the dead washed both up and away. In a forest, mortar shells pass as flora, live a little, grow quietly. Their fruit, silence. Their seeds, archaeology: the skull history leaves exposed. The stones in your mouth.
Published on Apr 15, 2012
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