for my uncle, T.H.
Imagine Mary
in a graveyard
with Percy
Thin lips, full lips,
lanterns distanced
by their
Oneness of breath
Familiar spirits rise
to watch,
covering their eyes
"Must be something
in the water"
Nine months later,
Mary's water
breaks
The gravestone
cracks, crumbles
into a powdery ash
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