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Pyrite Ammonite

from Insects by Faith Eliott

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Down on the beach you found a pyrite ammonite
a perfect coil of gold that you held up to the sunlight
and all the tourists gathered 'round
a look of envy on each face
they all wanted a piece
of your Jurassic carapace.

Oh, but you were unfazed, you prefer the misshapen things
warped iron door knockers, fish spines and snooker balls,
seized up wire mouse traps and disfigured belt buckles
your pockets always brimming with all kinds of unname-ables,
scuffed photos of people that you'll never meet,
a bent silver cross, an assortment of cows teeth,
chipped medicine bottles, tin boxes filled with rusty keys,
a tattered cat-caught blue-tit wing propped up on your mantle-piece -

After all, you say,
Isn't it all remains.

Your love for the living knows no restraint,
and this debris is all evidence of it's flickering grace,
you don't see how anyone could throw anything away.

And I hold my breath and try not to explain
what we both already know about our lives wearing away.
For like this ancient coast,
we're fated to erode.

And mama, I don't believe anymore in a soul
but if I'm wrong I'de like to think that one day when we're so old
that swarming clay fills our skulls,
someone will push back the earth from your bones,
and find yours nestled there in your ribcage: a perfect coil of gold.

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from Insects, released September 26, 2016

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