This poem is taken from Stand 212, 14(4) December 2016 - February 2017.
Poem
Cenotaphs
Desert hardened leather, turned it
to cracked mud, filled our father's shoes with black
widow eggs, lunar orbs suspended
in webs none of us could see, where centipedes
...
Desert hardened leather, turned it
to cracked mud, filled our father's shoes with black
widow eggs, lunar orbs suspended
in webs none of us could see, where centipedes
...
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