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Archeologist (For Gerald Steinacher)

LBelans 1-28-2020



buried in walls

bones muscles


shrouded in complicity 


He excavates horror and hope

from sealed vaults

of guilt and shame


He plants his feet

on the hardened earth of forgetting

Moves in measured rotation

holding past and future

in his merciful hands


He offers them

from his upturned palms

Blurred shapes

rise through the fog of history

like alms from the dead


Words form

before our eyes

under the flashing light of his miner’s helmet


Don’t    look   

       away. Never

forget. Never. Don't

look  Don’t


Never Forget

Don’t look away

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