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A Hymn for One:
To all our Sisters Stuck to a Floor

I’ve heard Mnemosyne was first
To pull out her hair by the handful,
She said, if not, my head would simply burst
From memory, clear and cruel.
For pictures she would pose in a wig
Though this beauty felt untrue,
So she made a hat out of leaf and sprig
And said ‘my art will have to do’.

Below, Maggie Moon was kept astir
By a common, quiet fear
That her spirit was falling out of her
Into the hands of whoever was near.
They dangled it above her, teasingly,
And when she failed to make them smile
It was tucked under an arm like a baby
And hidden for a long, long while.

To all our sisters stuck to a floor
Fear not your body of stone,
Lift your head, you can’t sleep through a war,
Rise up
And fight for life
As your own.

And little Nell liked climbing trees
Though it set her quite apart,
Her parents frowned and her friends, they teased
Till she faded from a muddled heart.
The trees all shed their leaves in distress,
And called out to her gentle ghost,
‘Why is it that those that love the best
Are the ones who suffer the most?’

To all our sisters stuck to a floor
Grieve not how dead you may feel,
There is joy for us
Worth fighting for,
And peace, which I’ve heard
Is real.