Bringing Life
I must find a way to bring life to my study of death--
breath of the body to the bones and the gravestones,
touch and feel and caress
to the academic examination of wailing cries and farewells,
scent of decay, acrid in my nostrils,
eyes heavy and heart open.
Humanity weeps.
My own tears fall.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
breath of the body to the bones and the gravestones,
touch and feel and caress
to the academic examination of wailing cries and farewells,
scent of decay, acrid in my nostrils,
eyes heavy and heart open.
Humanity weeps.
My own tears fall.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
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