Where mystery fell marching to
our exile, we lifted its mass
from the ditch to hold
it behind our coats, our lips,
to wrap our bodies
around its form,
for warmth.
Faces may deceive, but the back
cannot lie.
Between us, a single question
loops a mute refrain.
See? See.
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Inspired by the work of Magdalena Abakanowicz. The title of this post comes from some of the figures that she created.