Sherendipity Saturday: Elegy

Rune Guneriussen Lamp Forest - Tim Walker

Note: In memory of today.


The work of burial is never done. First the interruption,
then the interruption, so it's carried on in sleep,
over to argument, floating in the water with the flowers
the shit the shells the debris from the city after the rains
have washed it to the beaches and the sea
has taken it up into itself. The figure with the shovel:
the figure with the shovel: the figure with
the book, the shoulders rising, the dog reading news
on the pavement washed then by rain running off the asphalt
down into the gulley where it goes under the city with the tunneling

animals, the cunning animals, the readers under
the city.
- Saskia Hamilton (The New Yorker: April 2003)