Gerburg Garmann, University of Indianapolis Indianapolis, IN 46227 Can you see the big bone spiced with the musk of ten thousand horses? I’ll be happy when the whisperers of anointments turn the other cheek and run from dear life to fear and back. My house is broken, the big bone spiced with the musk of…
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Gerburg Garmann Nobody, nothing, can be more Than an eyelash, a neck-hair. Fingers exposed too long to the scrapes of turned faces cannot whisper a flutter of lament. Ears cannot lift the sound of fitful memories stored in the eye of the eye. Toes rushing up to the sea Cannot console the bones Lost while…