Passing through the stones
Like wishes
Like water
Like waves
And kissing each one like the forehead of your mother
As she lays as soft clay on the table.

There are no tears for us
And no wishes
No plans or lost ties or set clocks keeping order
Only the fainting and heartbroken mothers
Praying for parole from this life to the next.

They keep time in their minds to the sequence of order
Beat time with their fingers on pitiless marble
And they chime out the hour in abrupt lamentations
That fade, but fade slowly, as if they, undead like the earth's own heart
Could be heard by the moon and the sun and the stars
And hurled on, ever on, from their cells locked and barred.
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Sep 15, 2012