Hallow, I am next.
I rhyme with heaven and leaven.
I am after the hard time.
I’m the one that says, it’s okay, things
carry on. No big deal.
I am the gibbet without a noose.
I am the seven truths, the seven pleas, the seventh in line -
I am primary, indivisible, indecipherable.
I am the dead brother. I am all things dead.
I’m a kind of desert – I’m a kind of a sign of distance
still to run, to measure out, to some location,
somewhere on the way to somewhere.