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David Mitchell


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my lai / remuera / ponsonby
 

she
holds th mirror to her eye

whole villages burn

 

2 million years have proved nothing
she

did not already know.

 

th lines on hr hand
speak out clear         &

serene

also those beneath her eyes
& in between . . .

 

she
sits in th kitchen
‘ boiling an egg ’

 

she
inverts th tiny
‘ hourglass ’      &

30 seconds pass  &

she
contemplates th sand

                            &

she
holds a hand over each dark eye
in turn
                            &

children burn

 


ęDavid Mitchell
 


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Last updated 22 February, 2010