Immortality
\njoins life
\nin its grave.
\nSo are the hands
\nthat smoothed
\nthe curvature of a pot.
\nA shadow
\nfinding a body
\nin the sculpture
\nof an artist.
\nShe unearthed her pyramid,
\na sepulcher
\nfor her grain,
\nto make loaves
\nover a fire.
\nNever knowing
\nher monument
\nwould be her pot
\non a column of marble,
\nher delicate soul
\nasleep inside.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Immortality joins life in its grave. So are the hands that smoothed the curvature of a pot. A shadow finding a body in the sculpture…<\/p>\n