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"bodies are”
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bodies are tubers put into darkness darkness blots up time you cannot peel off like tape darkness could be a worker taking up old carpets pop POP pop pop flesh unsnapped from bones voices dissolve in soil wash away in rain words as if they never were spoken before as they never will again not though we call till we can speak no more all we know is time for a time hangs the sweet flesh hums bright fish feeding at coral and then millions & millions of voices run away go back to the sea back to the waters back into sun a moment exhaled on breath all the voices flesh & bone have made nothing we can say can rinse the darkness off talk flesh back into time the yard calling rooms crying out children talking taking their time the few moments we have to swing on our bones The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 37 ...