Shall we speak of the dead?
Shall we speak of the dead?
He asked
before the removal;
perhaps it is not too late to say
I will join you then
in speaking of the dead
who will begin?
The first I knew was when
walking together through the small dark opening
that led to knowledge she said
"My father died in the summer"
taught sinew stretched
"Did it hurt?"
then snapped.
She answered slowly
one word without tears.
At this hour of remembering
this hallowed even
at his invitation
I recall her father.
mary desmond