you were talking with somebody about Christ
you dug stirring bas-reliefs with just your fingernail
the Mount of Olives and Gethsemane
you kept pleading for an important detail
salvation
these thoughts were humbling to you and to others to others
suddenly a familiar suspicion revisited youyou
would die young and afterwards the weeping started
somebody you didn’t know quietly grasped your hand
and called you sister