Mother Time

There were hieroglyphics on her parchment teeth

that jangled in the breeze she breathed

into dead languages still stuck beneath her tongue.

Forgotten goddesses sheltered in her mouth,

ancient secrets hung as pearls from earlobes

and tombstone nails that peeled history apart

layer by layer

to see if she could spot the differences

in each repetition.

 

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