Counting Heartbeats

It would make a wave
But that time should swallow
Gone like this breath
Into winter’s sour hollow

Those hands wrapped in red
Their heads held aloof
Faces like mirrors
Eyes unburnt in their umber

Tell me, you poets,
Why the river beckons
Why the grey here lies warm
And the grave so gentle?

With tendons cut free and
Strumming a raucous tune
The cacophony of the drowned
Answers with a Greek chorus

So my sisters watch
With listless eyes
Counting heartbeats
To my death

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