Sunday, 23 July 2017

The trousers which i wore

Life is full
of small treasures
little jars
filled with feathers
and flowers
and oil
topped with linen covers
From the trousers
which I wore

shredded at the hem
until my knee
right through

and they became

rags to rub the wax
into the grooves
of images
and chairs

ties to keep
small bundles
as one
the bones

salvaged and cleaned
now resting in peace

upon the sill

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