Worn thin
by long neglect between the pages of this book,
once plumply green
now anorexic grey.
Leaf between leaves,
but not of like kind,
separated by alien processes,
manufacture,
sale,
mass produced mimics of this fairies paper:
a leaf whose veins can no longer suck
green blood from sap-filled trunk,
cut off,
displaced,
withdrawn and yet
beauteous still,
fine, frail skeleton reflecting fierce,
fearful life of the original.
There's wonder in a corpse,
and reason finds
fair cause for treasured burial.
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