She wore my cloak and set for sleeping,
Turning toward dream’s awakening
She slipped upon death’s slabs,
And all heaven lowered,
Deeper,
Wrapped around her little finger,
Weighed her down; the drowning sleeper,
Air became a sea to keep her safe,
And I waited, watched her weighted heart
Pump anchors desperately,
Gone, her breath, and yet it lingers,
Sings a silence when I speak,
And my cloak, when now I wear it,
I am captain of her body
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