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In the Watching Room


not death, but the shadow of death
approaching, is what returns us
(adults of years now) to childhood
--everything is bigger than the two
of us in this room, one of us dying,
neither of us understanding, only one
of us accepting. i am descended
from this one dying here, and
will inherit the death that is in her
genes. the eldest of my generation,
i am childed again in the presence
of the last of her generation, though
one step closer now to patriarch.

though one step closer now
to patriarch, i am childed again
in the presence of the last of
her generation. the eldest of my own
generation, i will inherit the death
that is in her genes: i am descended
from this one dying here. everything
is bigger than the two of us here,
neither of us understanding the dying
the accepting. we are returned
to childhood who have been adults
for years now, the shadow of death
approaching, not death itself.





For more poetry by Ross Clark

Ross Clark's latest volume REMIX: poems ancient & modern is available from www.postpressed.com.au

Three sample poems from the book are available by emailing Ross Clark

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