The Archaeologist

05 Aug 2022

Jaybird
I live in the past
it is my playground
digging up the bones
white dried fragile
disintegrating to dust
of broken love affairs
once coursing with life
now in death crumbling
as they did while alive
carefully extracting them
from the muck
in which they are buried
laying them out to dry
carrying them to a museum
where they will be displayed
as further evidence of
the failure of body and soul
and of my work as archaeologist
of skeletons and hearts
that no loner live.

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Jaybird

I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...

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