Poem by Patricia Walsh
Animated Darkness Sifting through paper, a niggling progeny,
whitewashed tombs betray their wares
shortage of ink to comfort the deja vu
strange solid art watches from above. Collective champions eschew the later bar,
insulted injury too much to drag across
the dark-haired redeemer brings to notice
the unsung text of a forgotten queen. Being rested and fed, despite any industry
colluding in its produce, goading
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