Thomas Lux

Northampton, Massachusetts
Thomas Lux
Northampton, Massachusetts
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A Library Of Skulls

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Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, before he lost his fleshy parts and lower bones, once walked beside a river (we're in the poetry section now) his head full of love and loneliness; and this smaller skull, in the sociology stacks, smiling (they're all smiling)—it's been empty a hundred years. That slot across the temple? An ax blow that fractured her here. Look at this one from the children's shelves, a baby, his fontanel a screaming mouth and this time no teeth, no smile. Here's a few (history)—a murderer, and this one—see how close their eye sockets!—a thief, and here's a rack of torturers' skulls beneath which a longer row of the tortured, and look: generals' row, their epaulets on the shelves to each side of them. Shelves and shelves, stacks stacked on top of stacks, floor above floor, this towering high-rise library of skulls, not another bone in the place and just now the squeak of a wheel on a cart piled high with skulls on their way back to shelves while in the next aisle a cart filling with those about to be loaned to the tall, broken-hearted man waiting at the desk, his library card face down before him.
Brian Jani 30 June 2014
the skull is the ultimate symbol of death.well written poem Thomas em here
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Sidi Mahtrow 31 January 2009
'found two layersof skeletons, Found but one in the upper layer Which was overlooked and Uundisturbed by the road gang. Reports from Mr. Merrill And others that the Upper layer of skeletons Were placed in a circle With the heads in the center coinsides (coincides) with the lower layer. About a foot below the upper layer, As we uncovered seven skeletons Whose heads formed a circle, About four feet across, All these skeletons Were face down, With the arms crossed and The face resting on the arms, All bones were so decomposed That they were in small fragment.' How alike are The facts of exploration Of burial mounds And the writing of poets Who know no bounds In describing the fate Of unknown souls That one time passed this way On their path on another day. s The above quote is taken from the log of an investigation by James E. Moore of burial mounds in southwest Florida. The mounds were savaged by road crews that used the mound materials for fill. See: http: //
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