for this total eclipse

i

stood

graveside.

an arrangement

of rivulets fall

from my lips:

we will move, change,

in the wake of those

who lie – bedside –

declining eyes made

the widow

cry.

He covered the sun.

i

left my

obligation. it

split

me in two,

the funerals.

a halo, once the

only white, is joined

by a partition