Gordon


They burned this island
three years ago.

Bleach-white bones splinter
fall upon themselves
into the blackened flesh.
The deer have left the island
only the flies remain.

This corpse explodes with life –
a stag turns its branchéd crown.
The stone oracle still stands
but in the end it crumbles
and only the flies remain.

© christine DINGLEY 2012

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