A light lies underneath my ribs
My heart is all that's left
Still, I cannot touch you darkly
That star within your cleft
It still shines my eastern sky
Still lights this quartered path
Ferry me gently, girl of all priests
Silence Charon's laugh
That ring upon your finger
Does it still glint my name?
How we wept
Embraced, afraid
When thieves and pilots came
Tore my wife
Tore my child
Father's hands were burnt and
bleeding
But mother's hands were mild
I marked your day
With this descent
To find your brush and pen
I offer you my sweetest kiss
If we might not kiss again
Please don't leave me here
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