THE PHILISTINE SKULL
BY DARYL MURANAKA
I scream or laugh.
After 3000 years
who can really tell
anymore? My open
jaw, my stony teeth
taunt you,
your lack of progress,
of imagination. Here
I am disembodied,
broken, with no nose
for my effort,
being handled
and brushed
and washed
across my dimpled face,
and still here I am
with more life
than you.
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