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             now

             yesterday as today – not to begin or end

             arms branch at fingers - blunt sticks to forage

             the fire

             is hot and burns the skin

             i inhale the charred remains for recycling

             deposits mark the trail

             i crawl along tepid

             taste the air of putrefaction

             and regurgitate the bones of my father

             in neural emesis

             they assemble and reassemble

             in geometric progression

             i chase them into the night and bury them

             in the belly of my mother

              Robert Hnasko