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Love leaves me dumb.
My chokèd heart
’s mouth swallows up
O, it will be ever florid elsewhere
but show me love
in the mouth of a lover
to mute my own.
My hoarse throat galloping
and my choked heart
deserves no pity.
damn you oranges y u so hard to open!
I have found myself flighty with fruit before
now I am anguishing in promises of citrus
pathetic flakes of peel are falling to the floor
is it even litter if it’s biodegradable?
hm, whatever, I don’t care anymore
but damn these peels of uncivil laughter
reverberating through my every pore!
my vitamin-deficient heart is breaking
o give me a satsuma, or something with a core
orange, you’ve put me through the juicer
you’re dead to me. I’m going to the store
and if it’s me you want to find
you will know me by the trail of the rind
Iron-age village by Lejre.
Iron-age house by Lejre.
The residents lived in the western end of the house.
The livestock was kept in the eastern end of the house.
The Tollund Man didn’t shave the last 24 hours of his life.
The Tollund Man was naked, except for his cap and belt.
The Tollund Man with the rope around his neck.
Livestock was sacrificed, too.
The look on his face is calm.
Like a person sleeping quietly.
The eyes are closed.
The lips are well-preserved.
Poem made with captions and photograph found at the Tollund Man website.
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