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By
Mark Tarren
The Engineer
He spent his life traveling the world
searching for parts for his final project.
His inventory of grace.
A yellow star from the belongings
of a Jewish girl in Nazi Germany.
The barrel of Oppenheimer’s fountain pen.
An exhaust from a WW1 Indian motorcycle.
A jar of sand from Aleppo.
To a refugee camp in Bangladesh,
for a thread of saffron.
The robe of T.E Lawrence found
in an old chest in Dorset.
A white feather from Morocco.
Shell casings from the beaches
of Normandy.
The toe of a soldier’s boot washed up
at Dunkirk.
In Nagasaki,
a singed photograph of a Japanese girl.
A piece of rope and bark from Georgia.
Some charcoal from Dresden.
A doorframe from a Romanian orphanage.
The canvas of a Bosnian medic’s stretcher.
Some helicopter blades discovered in Vietnam in 1970.
A wedding ring on the leg of an army hospital bed.
Some rubble from a monastery in France.
An empty water bottle from Nauru.
Blood stained pipes from Manus.
Three locks of baby’s hair from a photo album
in Rwanda.
The side of a wheelchair found in Warsaw in 1939.
In Berlin,
some love letters locked away in a sideboard
for seventy five years.
The roof of a home in Afghanistan.
The sands of Darfur revealed a child’s toy.
A book of poetry was recovered from the side of a road in Baghdad.
In Myanmar,
a homemade splint trussed together
with string.
Remnants of a bombed wedding tent unearthed in Yemen.
A small handgun found in a church.
These were the parts for his final project.
His inventory of grace.
Discovered beyond time and place.
The parts of his heart.
His arterial design for a new beginning.
He disappeared before he could find all the broken things to finish his life’s work.
To build a bridge,
at the end of the world.
The Toy Artisan
He lives in his quiet workshop
just near the Mexican border
and crafts traditional small toys
for the small children,
just near the Mexican border.
With ancient clay hands
he makes traditional marionettes
using brightly colored cloth for the body
and appendages,
but the hands, feet and head
are made of ceramic
so when the body of the toy
is pulled away from him
it is broken at the beautiful places
so the clay must fall back into his hands.
For the Feast of Anthony the Great
he used to craft small crepe paper birds
placed in small cages
to be sold outside the churches,
in his minds eye now
he can still see the small birds
trapped in their small cages
far away now,
from the Mexican border.
Long ago for Las Posadas
he made
The Judas Figure
when it is destroyed
the figure spills its entrails
of small sweets
for small hands to grab
the hands, feet and heads
of small children.
When he goes to bed
the old man sleeps and dreams,
dreams of his forefathers
and the ancient clay toys
small bones for small boys
found at many Zapotec sites
of the dolls that are called
Tonka or Tanga-Yu.
Some of these dolls
carry a small child on their shoulders.
Far away from the Mexican border.
Mark Tarren
Mark Tarren is a poet and writer based in Queensland, Australia.
His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various literary journals including The Blue Nib, Poets Reading The News, Street Light Press, Spillwords Press and The New Verse News.
So incredibly moving