Poem: "Tracing Death"
Tracing Death
We trace the
pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb
Phillis
Wheatley, “To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations”
The life
that sailed from sight, the life to come,
the life
that scribbles softly in between—
we trace the
pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb.
A woman fell
backwards, stunned in her womb.
Extracted
from her dry eyes by the men
the life
that sailed from sight, the life to come.
Elsewhere a
bride is waiting for her groom,
around her
mouth sweat gathers to a sheen.
We trace the
pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb.
Studying
Virgil in the children’s room,
the slave
hears from the Carthaginian queen
the life
that sailed from sight, the life to come.
The writing
starts, and stops, and then resumes.
In graceful
elegies out of her pen,
we trace the
pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb.
Pray for us,
Lady of our certain doom,
that we may bring
home safe by line nineteen
the life
that sailed from sight, the life to come.
We trace the
pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb.
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