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Approaching the Nuclear Facility

November 17, 2008

The vase is thrown
with greyish clay, sculpted
to stack like bracelets
laid to cinch near the middle.

Livestock graze the grass.
Clover sprouts unbothered.

From the hilltop, the bracelets form
the elongated neck of a Ndebele—
foreign, disembodied
in the pasture’s lap,

facing who knows
which direction.

by Sarah J. Sloat

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  1. November 18, 2008 at 8:47 am

    The contrast of serenity and beauty with the menacing structure is great. Thanks!

  2. Liz
    November 18, 2008 at 8:53 am

    Love it, Sarah…Well done!

    Oh and great voice too : )

  3. R
    November 20, 2008 at 7:01 pm

    I love how this poem feels like a surprise – you see the surface, and then, beneath, the quiet menace.

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