Eric Sirota

It's Not Whether We Were Close

I hadn’t seen Mary in three years
but when I hear she died
(a broken leg, complications)
the world becomes godless. 
The sun stays out all night.
Things begin to fall
from the sky at different
speeds. Mary does not decompose
into the earth to be reborn
a tree but rather sits
in an underground box
forever and does the only thing
lifeless things can which is turn
into smaller and smaller lifeless
things until they are just
their own stillness.

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Eric Sirota is a spoken word poet and do-gooder lawyer living in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where he supervises law students providing free representation to veterans. His work has been featured by Button Poetry, FreezeRay Poetry, Ruby Hornet, White Wall Review, and elsewhere. You can't miss him. He's the tallest Jew for miles.