She was wild as a filthy wolf and
our people became unraveled like
coarse rope frayed at the ends as
the old and new among us
were taken
We were filled with the water of the drowned
cold and black airless water that lapped against
the seal of our tongues or leaked
slowly from
the corners of our eyes
The sympathy of her knowledge
had caused her response
In God's embrace she experienced a loss
more ruthless
than we can imagine
