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Anemone

Sam Wassel, 2011

I watch I labor
under the crowning tears
in my eyes pain

racking the body
My blood spreads across
your swollen face your naked fragile

frame Your life
nailed down
in this moment I


Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee


long to hold the fingers
that reach outward to grasp
this mystery


why me why me why


that I may conceive
by God
alone Your lips beg

for water and cry
to heaven Your eyes glance
upward to the one

who made you You
breathe deeply and then
still I wonder


why me why


how such brilliance
was contained
in the ordinary


Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee


In the shadows
the animals watch
as I wrap

you in white
cloth and place you
in my arms I

shift rock your body back
and forth
against my heart I cradle


why


the promise of new
life in the darkness waiting
for the return of the sun





The red tip
of Israel’s budding
anemone kisses the air—
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