Bog Lit

Bureaucratic record keeping
Is a peat bog for history,
Preserving the sacrificial

Details in depths separated
By hectares of boggy darkness.
For ages, nothing’s remembered

About a kingdom’s ways of life
And then, a singular body,
Dense with the minutiae of days

As if they’d only just now passed,
Textured, microscopically rich,
Still permeated by darkness.