[Time often returned bones] Poem by Martine Audet

[Time often returned bones]



Time often returned bones,
details of a movement
which raised roses,
repeatedly,
our harshest prayers
(damp and frenzied beasts).

Was it an answer for the void?
wonders of a fine caliber?

We didn't know who spoke,
who, loving during our darkness,
brushed against the red cutting
of obscurity.

Translated by Amanda Horn

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