Thursday, April 04, 2019

April 2, 2019 National Poetry Writing Month

Orlando

From within the familial vaults of trivial tales,
Buried among fading clips of newspaper ink
Safely stored in plastic pockets,
Beside the names of mostly forgotten relatives
Inscribed on the back in permanent marker,
I sit.
My collodion chemical creation
Embedded on a solid metal plate
Preserved by poisonous potassium cyanide
A permanent record of a living child, a survivor
In a family where most died in their youth.

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