Her hands would be quiet
bound together like
two clinging naked animals

they looked more peaceful in gloves
as if the cloth offered protection from eyes
that might discern their secret

on rare nights they could not restrain
and danced about most elegant
like swans as they lift into flight and circle

but they have fallen silent for months
sickness glistens sweat disgraces them
paler now than ever any quiet spell before

one night they wore the look of wax
completely still awaiting nothing
animals know not the hope of resurrection

from Notebooks copyright (c) 1994 Raven Victoria Erebus