Unheard Of --

She stood, tall, unwept,

hard-shouldered, almost

Iron; her

head in the Clouds,

clay feet

stuck in the Mud -- She

could hear

the distant Octaves

coming Near, bathing

her with

Gothic chimes

and Church Bells -- she

the celibate Sister

Strung on the Skies, eyes

frozen

in shock, the

Earth

shuddering all Around -- She,

then,

unnerved and Shivering,

hoists

her knees up to her Chest

warming

with Springtime

and

the Gathering of Souls . . .

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