Gauntwulf

took the kids for a long walk last weekend and unexpectedlay came upon this deserted (approx 100years) lead mining site

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It takes great care
To choose the clothes
The trousers, the shirt
The colour of my hair
The length, the cut
And I have to get the curl
Just right
And then my eyes
That shade of piercing blue
Oh, and don’t forget the shoes
I mustn’t forget the shoes

With some discomfort
I slip
Into my avatar
And take a breath

Archaeology

Forty
And thoughts of my death
(Immanent) pervade
A cancer at every turn

What will I leave for posterity?
These poems
My name in concrete on a wall
My children
The DNA that I have sent
Spinning
Off into the future
Perhaps memories to make
Someone smile
Like the memories of my dead
Do for me

****-all else

And in a hundred years
Nothing

Archaeology

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