Intimation
By adam
Tue, 13 Mar 2012
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In the silence of the museum
the skeleton’s curious jigsaw
waits under glass,
As a boy I saw only
the fairground horror show,
didn’t stop to puzzle at how
this odd framework could ever
have tottered through being;
Now I think of nothing else,
the patient fragility waiting
around the corner of our lives,
A shadow this simple man
daily used his prayers like
a fork to push off
March 2012.
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