A Matriarch

Reading your thoughts

Post quietus-

I hear your voice again

Like a soft stream

With the potential

For rough rapids

Vital; you were

They say

Only the strong survive

So I was sure

You’d win

Cheat death, immortal

Your mortal vessel, gone now

Into the arms of the Gods

How lucky they are.

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