Genevieve Manset: Coffins

Fall '10 TOC

begin with hard
wood
to hone, serendipitous
grain sifting hue

unaware

we are building
a coffin
from the inside, pasting artifacts
to the cedar
lining life
as assemblage

ten thousand Cornell boxes
across
a vast plain, almost
touching
but we are coffined

looking up

clouds lift, spill out
of the mirror

sky
becomes pearl handle
the blade itself, cranes cry

out towards the horizon, shadows
lengthening beyond
ourselves

someone is swinging
a hammer

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