All their mouths are
closed
to me:
final wisps of daylight
stroke their weary
eyes -
mother to son, to
daughter -
now is their sleeping
time;
halls long
devoid of footsteps
in their echoing
bellies
closed
to me:
wandering down their
silent paths -
birds muttering in the
dying
day -
closed to me -
a language only
cedars
know:
rustling in the twilit air:
rustling lullabies to passersby
who believe themselves
awake -
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July 16, 2017
Dalhousie University, Halifax, NS
