Harvest

Clare Martin

They come for the sockets
and the eye itself,
(seer of all).

They come for the marrow
and curse the bone
into a galaxy of splinters.

They reap the heart.
They take the very last word
as it resounds upon utterance:
      dust, dust, dust.

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