Rise from Darkness
Marching women
expecting mothers
In flowing white gowns
walking over cemetery graves
plots in a row like
marching raised mounds
in flowing gray mists
like fingers crawling over
headstone epitaphs
of birth and passing
more amassing
in the mother’s mound
the sound of infants kicking
to be free of the darkness
like the dead
rising from the ground
to come full circle
and rest their weary head.