Mary

MARY

Mary
stays awake
by the light of the candle
in the darkness
listening for the thunder
of her own heart
at the silent night of
a dead city
when the morning
is absent
and the day
has ceased to exist
all through the night
she weeps
like a woman that
Jesus has loved
and as the morning
finally breaks
and the sabbath day is over
she runs to the grave
before all others;
like a knife
that slashes her heart
she remembers

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