Artifice And Artifact Poem by Shane Markie

Artifice And Artifact

As I watch you leave again,
I begin to measure my history
In lines of old flesh, grown
Solid like the bark of trees.

I draw water from the beaten
Earth, and drain my vials of
Blood into porcelain for tomorrow. Cold
Has seeped into this skin from

Many more tears than these; but
I search and I burn without
Ashes to
Search again.

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