#σακοζ

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[ID of the poem “σακοζ (shield)” by Matthew Minicucci:

The text is presented in two columns. The left column reads:

On this newly fashioned shield, / portent rather than pity / my grandfather said, / bronzed as broken bones, bodies / forget — every day a holy-water / index finger like / lions that fall upon / them — you can’t save anything / not because I could / but because I would have to look, / at the shield’s slow patina — green as day / the mouth tries to say: I am old / there are stars tonight, but I do not remember

The right column reads:

The story is wrong sided, hanging on / strapped arms — what’s the point? / in pictures, when loss is / left lying in a road — you never / fulcrum to pivot pain away from / the centre of a field — savage / straight horned cattle — you can’t save / the truth: I never wanted children — / find them, by the side of the road, / every day, here / spores spilled from the fruitbody / though my eyes are young, I know / I do not recognize

The last line of the poem is placed below and in between the two columns and reads:

Even one constellation

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#poetry #couldn’t stop thinking about the other one so I found this one too #Matthew Minicucci