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    The Cloned Mammoth
    The Cloned Mammoth
    The Cloned Mammoth
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    The Cloned Mammoth

    By Martin Reyto

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    Martin Reyto's diverse heritage is revealed in poems which, while contemporary in image and idiom, range into unfamiliar modes of vision, thought, and musicality. An unexpected array of freaks, beasts, prisoners, heroes, lovers, soldiers, fools, and other human and inhuman oddities inhabit landscapes that have been compared to paintings by Bosch and Bruegel.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMartin Reyto
    Release dateAug 24, 2014
    ISBN9780986767173
    The Cloned Mammoth
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    Martin Reyto

    Martin Reyto is a Canadian educator, writer, and musician. He has worked in an eclectic variety of fields, including 18 years as a technical writer and software developer, 16 years as a teacher of creative writing, computer science, and business communication, and shorter stints as a symphony musician and audiobook narrator. His poetry and short fiction have been published in literary journals, anthologies, and book-length collections.

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      The Cloned Mammoth - Martin Reyto

      The Cloned Mammoth

      Martin Reyto

      Smashwords Edition

      Published in August, 2014 by Suborion Media, Toronto, Canada

      ISBN 978-0-9867671-7-3

      Copyright © 2014 Martin Reyto

      All rights reserved.

      The front cover illustration is after an etching by Otto Graser.

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      For John Fraser

      The Prisoner

      what is poetry to a prisoner

      is nothing to you: two minutes’ tedium.

      is commonplace to you. you’re not there

      when his body goes taut as a dying plant

      sucking moisture from the night air.

      the murderous device of silent prayer,

      the fusion of the limbs into

      mental contortions of divinity, are unknown

      to you. the whole world watches the prisoner,

      on a screen or through glass, when

      he lifts his insect-arms together

      and cries against the wall.

      stranger than any dream. reports of

      death, flagellation of a mythical weather,

      sun that draws a man’s heart

      out of his side, a tethered desiccation, and

      a silence of death are hinted at. the papers lie.

      their purposes meet in networks of somnolence.

      there is no poetry for you. there are no

      politics for you. no death for you.

      the prisoner has no voice, and at the end

      no light. enforced to something like human peace

      he counts off the hours of a single night,

      speaks one sentence to the wall and stares

      until the words are written there.

      the death of the meanest insect

      is equivalent to a sunrise.

      Hunted

      the quick thrush feasts

      in the bush of piety

      the killed thrush rains glass

      on the

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