Boxes, Trunks, and Darkness 1

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"Boxes, Trunks, and Darkness Sliding in their skin of darkness, tbey gorged his hallway to the door, Heaved their stillness on his sleepy eye, where he sensed them one gigantic creature prehistoric from its head (a heavy box of tools) to tail (long skis protruding past a trunk). Dinosaur...deathlike fatigue stretched out the word that tracked such lumpish footfalls to his bed, shrank it back into boxes, trunks, lay with it there in tremors, throbbing, a heartbeat faster than a man's, or a slower, massive one enraged. He slightly turned (a backward motion from the body he had made) and, held by clockbeats near it, hundred drifted back two/million years to rage that clawed the hills apart: conflict too fierce to feel till shouldergripe revived his days among tough boxes, trunks to pack; each choice, if sore (whether grudgingly keep or guiltily junk) itself a wrath, a grief, a changeless pain even when--he rose on one elbow to know it-­ the decimated lot "

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Poem written by Emanuel where he compares the intense darkness of a shadow to the ferocity of ancient dinosaurs. (Page 1)

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    James A. Emanuel Papers
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    James A. Emanuel
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    BOX 4 FOLDER 26, "The Chopping Block (Selected Poems)," draft 1988 (1 of 2)
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    James A. Emanuel Estate
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