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"Deposition" by Peg Boyers

I am in the foreground in mid-swoon, still reeling,
red cloak blowing in the sudden storm.
Darkness obscures the horizon and behind me

a construction site, men on a ladder, the fence
that became your cross—and behind the fence
a church spire

blessing nothing. The sword
that I have always known would pierce my heart
cuts through me.

The young corpse slung
over your father's friend and namesake
is yours.

The pasty boy-flesh stark
against the weathered arms bearing you
is yours.

My women friends are all named Mary. They lean into me,
murmuring Aramaic consolations. Bent in sorrow,
they catch my fall.

A column of light pans the scene from above.
The vast Wyoming sky bursts
with a waterless electric rain.

The Palladian arch framing the scene
contains my grief.
That's how I know this is a dream.

Date: 2007-03-20 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brassdaughter.livejournal.com
I knew how much I loved this as soon as I read the line "My women friends are all named Mary."
Thanks for sharing it.

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