Others sleep, I keep
vigil over the body
each of us knows why
recent events, deep
dark wells, empty of water,
empty samādhi
cut out of the sky
as clouds in the desert sun
drown my dead daughter
empty, shallow pool
stiff corpse atop a table
underneath her school
not like a fable
to teach or learn a lesson
in this world, I seek
language as a clue
despite how the truth must hide
each note in a shoe
as I lose all pride
tag each lobster caught as weak
how pain cannot speak
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