NaPoWriMo Day 16: Mercury Bridge

And I saw them
clinging to coat cuffs
like a London Bridge Death walk,
I had not thought death had undone so many.

Maia Maiestas
sits upon her chalice
throne of earth, furrows
and burrows where a fire
burns in the hearth.

We are waiting
an account of breath less ness.
missions from the bone,
It is causeless: cratered and grey.

This is where the fingers meet
the clutch of something to hold on to,
a memory of sides,
where everything opens.


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