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Resurrection Engines

By Joe Christensen

Pharaohs
dry as desert
stone,
a cross
of heavy planks
and blood,
Shakespeare’s words,
and frozen corpses.
 
For me –
a taste of split peaches
warm
the scent of women,
enjoyed.