The Kingfisher

Unearthed

1. We carry small baskets of necessary items.
   A fish hook.
   A bell jar.
   A murdered memory.
   A book of maps
2. In Victorian factories small hands whittle pills from larger pills.
3. My family is a tunnel from which I emerge.
   I am untethered now.
   This house stretches into the past.
   I turn down unused hallways and sleep in foreign beds.
4. Dig for my bones.
   Tell my story in shattered fragments.
   Unearth mysteries in the oxidation of my metal heart
5. These are her thin hands
   This is the clay we are moulded from
   A terracotta death,
   Chipped and dusty.
   This is the red edge of her lust.
6. Graced by laughter so sweet it causes you to buckle and twist, grasping your side.