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A Poem by Onoma

Earthen colors daub him/her...lain upon their backs,
arms running down the plinth--curling their pointer
fingers.
Pointer fingers curled as if scalded by boiling water,
poised to pluck out an eye.
They lay on opposing ends, the gnarled ends of a
broken branch...foresworn to polarity they press
each other's left/right foot upon genitalia.
It's as if they're on the dead of forest ground, the
more they think into silence a meandering blood
chains them.
They're not naked because they've forgotten clothes
to two as one...they're just laying there to recall
something--the bed's become a plinth, art implores
make of.
They just lay there...him...her--as if violently dropped
from the eggshell-white of forgetfulness. 
Cigarettes rise...freeze for a bit, then rest at their
sides--smoke cut up with final tension.
They could say something to get out of this but don't.


Konstantinos Mark

© 2013 Onoma


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