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Hay Una Mujer Desaparecida.

"The innocence of gravestones, to be unaware of their true purpose." --Thomas Wiloch

"Starting in 2003, Jackson wrote a story on the bodies of 2,095 volunteers. She arranged for each volunteer to get one word from the story tattooed onto their skin. Only those who bore the ink were allowed to read the full version."

"Cemetery

Who whispers here is forgotten.

Saliva's emptiest fruit
adorns the stones,
words ripening your mouth
to a spoilation
of silence.

Who speaks here
reads a text that downloads
the screen of his fingernail,
through which nothing's visible
as glass is.

For the memorial
we must kneel
to pick each flower
from amongst its modifiers:
but to do that
one needs a hand bared
of all uses, of all trades:
as ours is not."

--Bill Knott

Currency of Flight.