After the Dead

What can you do 
with the dead but 
leave them
and walk away - your 
heart fractured and 
unlikely to be 
whole again, and live 
a gaping life 
of grey pain?
Where is the winning
in memory and effort
that makes them
live again
except within the palm, 
the whole skin,
the breathing?
Demeter's Fields
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