British Museum exhibit: male skeleton Bronze Age more than four thousand years old Jaws gaping open as if the afterlife were a joke or an eternal bore Hands and feet, fingers and toes, archipelagos of digits for the earth to explore The ribcage miscellaneous arcs, rims of mixed circles loose on the grave floor and the limbs porous drumsticks, lean spindles, roads the flesh has been down to love, suffer, dream and grow old before coming back to the foetal position, knees drawn up to be born again in death. A jackknife, snapping shut on its own edge. Come closer children. Forget the birds and bees, flowerlust and thrusting seeds. These bones are the true spring. The ultimate facts of life are wrapped within them.Birth sign: Libra
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