|| Lines from Georgia || by Scott Thomas Outlar

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    Behind the Veil of Birth
    but these bones were born for the moors
    destined for crystal and silicon visions
    but these relics sit pretty
    on the mantelpiece of dreams
    femurs wrapped in single threads
    of black silken hair
    and in the wildlands of America
    there were generations
    garnering wisdom from the earth
    and I have seen elephants
    gather around their fallen
    to weep
    to dance
    to mourn
    to bury the dead
    clavicles hidden away
    in a heathen’s cloak
    and on the trail of tears
    scars are bled out in the sand
    beneath a war-torn sun
    that never dares to sleep
    but I have seen your brother
    and my father
    and all the lovers of ages past
    who now reside in realms beyond
    the grasp of those still bound to flesh
    as are we
    but even ghosts have living souls
    and each of them smiles wide for you
    because it’s your Birthday
    so it’s only natural to cry
    before entering the party
    to blow out the candles
    in grand fashion
    rib cage holding white doves
    freedom tattooed on their wings
    and novels extracted
    from the marrow

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