Villanelle for All Saints' Day
we drink the wine and eat the bread
gathered like a tired cloud
and we remember all the dead
with broken hearts and stumbling tread
grief bleeds slow, or roars out loud
we drink the wine and eat the bread
martyrs white and green and red
broken, bending, wrapped in shroud
we remember all the dead
because the Lord has never fled-
the one who makes the wounded proud-
we drink the wine and eat the bread
the world remembers some instead
forgetting quiet, keeping loud.
we remember all the dead
they are not gone but sleep instead
God's troubling promise rings aloud
we drink the wine and eat the bread
we remember all the dead
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