In honor of Samhain
I chant the letter-acy of death
The names of people I don't know
The ones I do.
The ones that touched the lives
of those I love:
Kate's parents
Robert's mother
Sarah
Laurie's friends
Nancy's father
My brother
Philip's parents
David's dad
Pat
Grey's father
Dick's daughter
Philip's wife
Graham
Baby Kara
down, down, into the yawn of earth
they've left behind the letters of their names,
cursive strands that once connected them;
now floating through the breath of life.
Clinging to my face
the torn webs of autumn.
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