Tuesday, May 27, 2008
APPLY POMPEII DAILY!
The graven few might not have much to say,
stricken just short of the wanting urn, but I can fill in the gaps missing in mid-translation,I alone speak for the dead, outcast to memory’s
scarred and buckled edge, I alone have gained
their confidences, the exclusive interview, even
as their mouths are paved mute.
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