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archaeology
digging up
the bones of yesterday

carefully brushing
at the crumbling foundations

examining fragments
of how it was to be you

possibly excavating
the tomb of your own father?

and asking perhaps
the same questions

piecing together some meaning
to all of this complexity

that is really as simple
as a small pile of dust

gently held in my trembling palm
or yours?

[Cliff Wedgbury]

[David Wedgbury]

 

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