Maru, Of The Dead

Poem By Hugh Joseph Curran

MARU, OF THE DEAD
Maru, it is of the dead we speak,
the dead leaving their own tales:
a stone dropped into a well,
an unexpected wind
from the hills forcing
open a door;

Her story was a murmur,
he was dead and gone
before he was buried.
though he has not ceased to be,

Her memories
were from before he died,
before he had been shuffled off
into a cubicle of dead letters.

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