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Archeologist (For Gerald Steinacher)
LBelans 1-28-2020
Words
buried in walls
bones muscles
memories
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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