He’s dead, cold.
This tears the hope
of those who hold
their anguish,
touching flesh
no longer trembling.
All but Mary,
Mary: Oh, my son,
at this small time
my son, and only I
am torn of all.
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Mary Bast is a psychologist, life coach, book coach, and former Nonfiction Editor of Bacopa Literary Review. Author of several nonfiction books, her poetry and creative nonfiction publications include Connotation Press, Dicey Brown, key-ku, Rivers, Shaking Like a Mountain, Slow Trains, Tall Grass, and Wicked Alice.
