B: XIII: Double Feature Picture Show
Living tomb to the memory of the dead,
inscriptions it just could not read,
life, living off itself,
confounded by enquiry,
sent a rep. to Mars
to find the last thing that withdrew
to close the life out there.
It reintroduced that thing.
New life came around.
Old life at the helm,
life made a better fist of it
the second time around.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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