15 May
i still see their faces
bubbling the gray stuff in my bone head
like yellowed photographs
the set faces
noses mouths and lips
lines of their bodies

the holographs looking three-d
animated messages
like r2d2 screened the bit from ob-wan
gesticulating thin air

like a museum
of science with
the slab of amber
the giant dinosaur mosquito
frozen sculpture

no matter how many years pass
not a day older
that's how i see them

picturing their lives
happy without me
and my today's
the siesta without them

and no black arts
can conjure
that fossil mosquito
to drink blood

2.1 9/7
© Brian Peter Hodgkinson    
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