It’s evidence
It’s proof of life
A cadence, soft
Carved with a knife
Carcass and spirit
Like day and night
Rose and thicket
Thin lined respite
The proof remains
When we are gone
Separation makes
Until there’s none
No going home
Or rewinding time
Nobody knows
How to read the signs
Only footsteps and
Fingerprints left behind
The hourglass sand
Another place in time
A flash of life
Without the spark
In lifeless eyes
Without a heart
Standing in place
Of love passed on
A lesser face
Once salvaged from
Another fate
Never to be seen
Creations are made
Taxidermy
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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