IN A DASH
An ancient white frieze stares me
right in the face. These old time
museums never fail. Claiming
whatever they've looted as theirs.
Down the stairs, at Princeton, they
had thousands of these : artifacts
and amulets. Everything seemed
squished to a miniature size.
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I used to wonder, did they walk
around with these objects, clutched
in their fists as they explored their
world? Yes, it must have been
strange and all that.
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Men who would walk the savannahs.
Women in old Peking. Natives from
Altor and Minisink too. The world
was maybe silent, except for fear?
In a dash, we've come from there...
to here. Listen to the sounds
of confusion now!
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