After the Thaw
By Angusfolklore
Tue, 17 Sep 2019
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Killing me, this coming back to life.
The tissue softens,
ice disengages from flesh,
though taut sinews are still brittle,
muscles do not un-tense.
I am, in life again,
other than I was before.
There was a grave, unmade;
no ceremony as I rise again.
A bird was singing,
sweet raven unsuited to cry
over such as me,
and one woman who may
have loved me,
watching with uncertainty
in the middle distance,
who I blame for killing me
with her kindness.
She has brought me back
for reasons unknown.
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