Deaths
  


Together, 
to gather, 
to get her, 
to forget her, 
as they met 
the moment 
swam,
swarmed,
surrounded,
suspended in a 
buzzing of   recognition, 

nightflakes spinning around them,
the underworld’s judges  turning 
as everyone     watched 
the sisters       meet, 
separate as stained 
glass
:
their living embers
lowering, sucked downward 
into dust that describes 
hieroglyphs
.

Held together like 
twin 
babies
 in the womb 
they reflect each other 
under
sky the color of geese.

What is that darkness, there, sister?
What is that in your eye?


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