Of Late Fashion
September 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011
In ancient times they used every part
from the kill. Occasionally and for lack
of a better purpose, the deltoid flap
was worn like a three-cornered hat.
When my grandfather died
they came for his kidneys, cut out
his liver and lungs. The rest we split
amongst ourselves. We left
the room remarkably adorned.
Yesterday (how embarrassing!)
I saw a woman with the same outfit
as mine. She was hunched and daubed
with crematorium dust,
shielding herself from the rain.
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September 01, 2011