Animal Figurine
Two identical pools
Of tobacco-ash and blood—
Gunpowder would
Black the eyes
Of a seal carved of ivory
If provisions had not run so low
During an ill-omened
Over-winter. It is
Just as—
Against the bleached bone
Of the body, the storm
In its long hour—
Burnt fuel. The fixed
Discs of eye raised
In low relief. Not the replica
Of the solstice to scale,
But a focus of distance
Admitting light.
Joan Kane
Posted over on Freeze Project
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