Stigmata

It is not that we do not remember
the blood and snap of tendons
loud as gunshots.
The jaw working loose like a monkey wrench.
And familiar last words.
It is not that we have forgotton
the mouth crushed like a lily
reeking of blood and vinegar.
In fact our bread has the pallor of ash
And our waters still taste of blood.

Plebes the Phoenician a long time dead
tested the waters with an eroded digital.
He read the bones of Man and beast
shifting on the ocean floor
so turning on his side
he returned to sleep.

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