excavat

between
what you saw
and what you think you saw

the dragon in mid-flight freeze framed
the fisherman hung from tail
bait-less silver hook in air
great crimson beast
silent like a deaf dream

between the earth
and what was unearthed

excavated worship ground
red Russian lantern rising
jewelry box figure turning
plastic flesh eroded by time
iconic patron dirtied by soil
trampled by weight of human wandering

but the song of the saint
still plays on
despite dead batteries
her spirit singing
like a living library
a litany of psalms

between what you heard
and what you think you heard
_

#poetry #poem #irvingpaulpereira

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