WRITING
Char could recreate home anywhere
with a pen, paper (preferably a notebook), a coke and a cigarette.
THE DIG
I have come home
to dig down deep
through the hidden heap
of the most recent past
to the older strata
long and undisturbed
but never undisturbing
sediments deposited
andlayed over
deposited and layed over
'till pressure and heat
and the relentless torque
of time twist twist
the strata
into a seeming design
Look there in that layer
is the womb of my mother
turned to stone
But that cannot be
soft tissue does not survive
Not even bone
is fossilized this deep
Yet I must dig
further down
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