Something broke long ago
tender neck, brittle bones,
olive branch in the desert.
And how do we make
repairs to the dead?
Straighten the spine,
push rebar through marrow,
sew ring-ed time and bark?
Do we let the wounds lie, hoping
they will close with the hours?
Only the living form scars
and even those burst
unprotected.
-Kohleun Seo (Dec. 30, 2008)
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