Stop and bow to silence.

You hold me the way the soil
holds the bones
of those we’ve learned to mourn
in private:
eternally & quiet
with an airy tightness:
the way the heavens hold the pious,
the mob holds the riot,
the way the ocean holds all that
falls below 
that deep blue
surge of 
sea.

I drag you under
to show 
you
what made me.

“squall”

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