Elegy In Her Hands

She took out the book
The one with four withering whiteness of lines in its first four papers
Four chapters with barren awful wordless stare
For then she pause for the last time
The beginning of her four hours of breathe
Soon or sooner she shall go to a paradise eternal
Where she wants to be but have never been

The words she hoped to write, like witnesses shall be in description
To this and that, those or these please tell …
She seemed to be saying or pleading
Writing in silence, with silence
A zigzag note as a prayer and confession
An elegy in her hands
Then she fell together with her Will, adieus

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