PRAYING WITH BEADS

PRAYING WITH BEADS

In early morning I squander gratitude on images.

Heap praise up as a wall of bones between us.

I make a dome of my most hollow voice

with your name as its hollowness.

Breath circles and escapes from my face.

So many names you have and they whistle through my teeth

in a grinding wind.

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