Reunion of ash men

and ash women. Sky’s wan hub

grown full till anther-round

on the peat slope from which

I saw them. May-green: what was said,

audible in the eye. The words,

mingled with snow, did not

indict the mouth. I drank

the wine they begrudged me. I stood, perhaps,

beside where you

might have been. I dragged

everything

home to the other world.