"Before-After" by Therese Tully
Before-After
I know that you could use the same tree
for a coffin or a cradle – but would
the harrowed wood recall for which sleeper
it was responsible? Would both toss endlessly seeking
a fruitless peace?
Or would each lone sleeper find some filling rest?
My unborn, restless, dances within me
as we say goodbye to the shiniest wood box
where you now lie. I do not know which tree
they felled, I do not know where you go
now that we’ve said goodbye,
but I hope my unborn knows more
than I of life outside of time,
and still it chooses dancing.
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