after the war was writ, pin dreamta grassy womb. salt knoll. airmoving against the gel of her eyesas

after the war was writ, pin dreamt
a grassy womb. salt knoll. air
moving against the gel of her eyes
as it did before, the sun
not an ash bulb, but the sun
simple again. on every acre of body
there were bells, ringing. like this,
she was gentled awake. warmly,
there. they were. & there she is
the day after being tugged from sands
by small animal hands, grey,
understanding of home, silent
as the linens in her basin.