Witnessing and the Body
Resurrection Slender neck and sweat-dampened forehead, tasting tongue and the clash of teeth, lungs filled with smoke from the late-burning lamp. The scratch of pen on parchment, lines curving around bodies as they sink into the blood-soaked earth. Inside out we feel it pulsing in our neck, hear it in our cotton-stuffed ears, the things we can no longer remember. The sound of the shutter, the…
