With what was just and right

With God within her moral

For just and right was god

For just and right was she

And blown upon the ungraved

Blown, smoothed, covered, and poured

Fresh and black upon

The old timed withered and crumpled

Held pinned by hubris

Tacked upon blue and sky

Where the clouds saunter

Left and right in endless tearful blue

Going nowhere

And leaving tracks of nothing

Etched in decree it was

Decree that sealed a cave

Black upon black and darkness

Holding dear life which longs

Which yearns, which begs for

A darkness

For oh she is lost, she is one with dead among the living

Billowing white it blew

Caressing dead of a beginning

Loose and white, delicate

Weaved with what promises life made

In a noose holding pale and porcelain

With a flush drained

And to a kin seeming irreplaceable



*First Place Winner the Elora Writers’ Festival 2012(Canada)

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