i still see their faces
bubbling the gray stuff in my bone head
pictures
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
yellow-orange
translucent
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
again







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© Brian Peter Hodgkinson