Shovel-song
by Eric Plattner

    Brain-coral
    of that time,

    arrested,

    mouse-
    tethered
    to the ditch,

    communion-

    hair-sift,
    her braid, her braid, her braid. . .

    You were there, Rosa, un-

    exhumed:

    pocket-full
    of soil

    and poems--

    a silence, a crack, a silence--

    the echo before
    the echo before
    the theft.






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