Madonna of the stateless

They found her
next to the hull
of the broken boat.

This is the way
it is to be
a wound:

she could not bear
at all to be touched.
How do you live

afterward
with the weight
of so much loss?

Spectral tongues
unfasten from trees;
each nick

in the bark
deepens the sheen
of night.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Paris, Beirut.

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