On a minimalist kick.
The Exotic Other
Conical mounds, linear, effigy,
the last in the shape
of an animal only
if seen from above.
In a fistful of earth,
shards of pottery,
blades of glassy stone,
a tooth, a tarsus.
.
A skeleton shipped
from Rochester,
catalogue number
drawn in pencil
on the parchment
floor of the pelvis.
.
An African village,
transplanted
to the world's fair,
six months of buzzing
generators, impossible
Ferris wheel, Pabst's
first blue ribbon. Imagine
going home. Imagine
not going home.
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