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Some there be



‘There be of them, that have left a name behind them, that their praises might be reported.
And some there be, which have no memorial, who are perished as though they had never
been; and are become as though they had never been born; and their children after them.’
Apocrypha

Only the rustle of reeds
thin pipe smoke
a flickering paraffin lamp
women in blankets bent over
their faces lost to the light.

And remnants:
gate without hinges
stones in a half circle
afterbirths buried in silt.

Can the forgotten
be born again
into a land of names?