Capital punishment

we go to see a man hanged for robbery

I touch the dead body with my bare hand

cold as silk sleek as a seed

and I hear the fuddled impossibility of a heart

the teeth that will never now fall out

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 27 February 1662/63.

Dave Bonta

Apprendre par cœur : touchez un blanc

I the dead body

with my bare

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