The concrete, disregarded, broken, porous, and too-soon old
Cradled his red warmth, resisting the creeping cold
It was hallowed ground now, inscribed by a stain indelible
In a language, too much familiar, but still illegible
So routine a ritual, even the sun seemed to no longer care
And danced irreverently in the darkness of his unseeing stare
Until wolf-like in form, she mourned, primal and unbound
The woman who knelt, unashamed, on this, her holy ground
Sharp chords of her despair chastised, dismissed the careless air
Connecting with a remnant of his spirit silently waiting there
Joined again, as once they were by the life-giving umbilical
She arose from inscribed concrete having become its reciprocal
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