Today's poem is by Carolina Ebeid
Every room became a clearing
In the pines, bright Seraph.
See the two standing in the living
Room: the lachrymal floor
And the wind sending needles
Onto them. Doesn't every moment
Suffer bystanders? Dear Greave of Wings,
Were you hunting there as they buried
Their daughter in brick-colored velvet?
With locks of their hair they buried her.
Pull the bus again from the cold water,
A yellow mammoth-bone marrowed
With children. You have learned us
Worship, teach us to remain in love.
See how they lie hushed like twin cellos stored
After playing out: each grief inaudible to the other.
Copyright © 2006 Carolina Ebeid All rights reserved
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