This poem is also a test of the audio blog feature. Audio blogs are pretty cool, but have some limitations. . .you phone in the audio, so you've got the phone to deal with, and then the MP3 sounds heavily compressed. You call a number, log in, and start dictating, and it appears on your blog a second later. Hey, I'm not complaining; it's free!
/jack
Millenia from his fall,
An Athenian Youth is resurrected.
The broken limbs, severed head and torso
Are carefully pieced back together.
In 1897, a hand is uncovered, tagged
And logged onto the archaelogical map.
In 1946, an Americaniki, PhD.,
Pegs the hand to the vacant wrist.
An amputee no more, the Youth waves
To the crowd filing by his plinth.
In 2005, near where the hand turned up,
Two dusty graduate students
Sift the earth for shards and chips of marble.
A tourist may have carried the pieces away
More than a century ago, but they dig
In search of the missing parts:
Three toes, his index finger, penis and nose.
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1 comment:
Great to hear your voice, jackie, and I'm not complaining cause it's free.
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