the sieve and the sand

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discovery

Boy emerges from the cellar holding a severed arm

poetry

And all the Dali paintings in
the world couldn’t explain how
surreal it looks,
to see him bolted to the ground like that.
Shoulders pulled back as tight
as hospital sheets
and his face as white as anthrax.

August 26, 2010 tynedaile Tagged discovery, regret 2 Comments
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