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Antigone
speaks tonight
curved
and carnate again;
fidus et
audux, invested in
the
probability of fist or palm.
blink
backwards and consider
the shape
before it broke;
globed
fruit beyond the worldframe
dew-skinned
and whole.
peace
peace peace
she
invokes, cupping water
towards
cracked lips.
peace
peace peace
A lot of lines and/or elements of this poem might seem familiar... I've drawn many of the better phrases from my less-than-stellar poems for this one. I rather like it; what do you think?
