Eternal Sleep in Peat
At least a thousand years
since he lost hope
His features spoke, not of
the strangling rope
that robbed his breath,
but of a sleep, as deep as death
And peat preserved
is evidence, far sharper
than a photograph,
not yet invented,
his face, the same as one
who rested on his desk
to pause,
and not the drama, of
a flight for life,
(for...
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