Saturday, August 27, 2005

Prayer of the Dead

Listen to the corpses pray:
Bones rattle in supplication
absent lips form phrases
stored deep in the marrow.
Phalanges click like rosary beads
over the mysteries of the twelve ribs,
to the left, sorrow
the right is joy.
This is the body,
now and forever
world without end.


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