And Out

By | 1 July 1997

It’s like developing a photograph
in reverse
First the detail is sharp
then the chemicals begin
their deconstruction
Soon all that’s left of a person
are bits and pieces –
the blue of an iris,
the fierce dot of a pupil,
crooked, real teeth
in a hard, soft mouth,
the way the neck meets the shoulders,
a ring on an elegant hand…
The effort of holding these pieces
together becomes ludicrous
Time eats the image blank
till there’s just a sheet of paper
with an ache on it
and even that will go.

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