The dead

The dead are nested and in brackets
With then and nightly stars pointed
To our sleepy daughters not yet alive
To the dead and the proposed dead.

We propose to be dead to daughters
Too sleepy to point stars to at night
And after they come down from roof
They shall find sleeping fathers with
Radium stardust on their closed eyes.

We shall be narrated,in ‘parenthesis’
With then and nightly stars pointed,
With our stars dead and dust settled
On sleeping eyelids,closed to dreams.

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