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John Davis Jr.July 08, 2014
I speak bones to you in the morning—
hollow, fragile, ordained frameworks,
their marrow winnowed by earth time.
 
I hear emptiness in my pleas for health,
forgiveness, prosperity. Echoes ossify
where blood once pulsed and built.
 
Like the half-attentive spouse who’s learned
to monotone-mimic the last things said,
I recite your Word back to you.
 
Be again my flesh, my whole center.
Fill these thin ribs, this papery sternum.
I desire your increasing renewal.
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