We walked in the ashes of a city Ovens greened with ivy Olive jars full of stones. Game fluttered on cracked walls We stepped over the holes where box hedges Burned where they stood. Time stood still The olive sellers curled up cradled by ash Outside the brothel Soft arms grey and hot Breath drawnContinue reading “Archaeology”
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