Funeral Rites
He asked her why they allow it,
How they could be subordinate to a woman.
“They would never take you seriously.”
She smiled and turned her face,
Moved her stare toward the sea.
“The women bury the dead
The men simply make all the bodies.”
After a while,
The violence catches up to you.
After a while,
There are no more men.
Only bodies.
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