The source of the poem is here.


What Will Survive of Us Is Love

A team of excavators find
Bony lovers intertwined.

Flickering light illumes
Their prior-day Arundel Tomb.


Atop a terraced slope,
Their bodies yield to isotope:

The crania of their burial bones
Have been pelted by occultic stones.

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2 Responses to “Newspaper poem.”

  1. Greg Says:

    Lovely, particularly considering the story behind it. Reminds me to just a small degree of Stevens “A Postcard from the Volcano:”

    “Children picking up our bones
    Will never know what these once were”


  2. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Greg: Thanks.

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