poem

mortise of fathers past

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reading my father’s forehead
fingertips on rift valley braille
in the thoughts of our ancestors
oceans sploosh across veined spheres
weight of … labour and untapped…ability

the mortician screwed up
no carefully sculpted up hairs
no pencil thin moustache
my fault
a grieving mind
lost the details
of a photograph