What the dead leave us

They leave us more
than these tents of skin
that we’ll struggle harder
to stretch against the wind.

They leave us chords
vibrating in bands
of muscle that etch
our throats.

They leave us hard-
bright symmetries of trees
and galaxies outlined on
screens of tears.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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