Mare Dolor

“Everywhere is heart-rending wail,
everywhere consternation, and death
in a thousand shapes…” ~ Virgil

Lay back down in the earth
next to the stones and roots—

A wind has blown open all
the doors of the house.

Cabinet doors have come
unhinged; ripped floorboards

have upended the furniture.
No one can speak directly

of what happened here.
But we cannot set a table

straight again. It hurts
to lie in the grass,

the night with its thousand
perforations engulfing you.


In response to Via Negativa: Taking the Field.

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