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Still Lives

It’s through a thin curtain

she doesn’t enter

 

the wonder rooms where

moderns have no myths.

 

Ornament is all but absent.

 

Animal brides arrive

on an ad hoc basis.

 

Still lives in technicolour

            by contrast

certain corners of the house

stand out

boxes of light and shade.

 

Glass banishes the present

in favor of a past restored.

 

Strangers

only peripherally connected

by bloodline

a genealogy of blank pages.

 

The human all too human

every material an encounter clash

scars of our beloved selves.

 

Still we believe in

mass habits of language

 

diffusion riots

white like

radio waves

or

the notes of a diary

lacerations we live in

 

inchoate against the altars

an elegy with no end in sight.

 

Commissioned for Marrickville High School, Papercuts Program 2011

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