Stone

Walking behind was death’s shadow
A hit with no run, a knock on a head,
A shadow that had no original being.
A hospital monitor is now television
To brain ticking in tubes to her body.

She who had mothered our new year
Was a friend amidst exquisite stones
And she is now a stone behind bone
Froze in time like the stone maidens
That danced for ever on temple walls.

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