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Drafts, Poetry

Landfill (draft2)

It began as if child’s laughter:
rolling over rocks seeping
into earth, spraying itself

into the air
into the elsewhere

and through each hell and out again from our lungs
through our bodies
and then back again through.

From first and last then comes a silence (scrounging
something and constructing something, a language
from discarded bottles and bent, dull knives).

We began again as if newness were our tongues’ function.

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