<html><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; ">All Souls<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>Cougnac Cave, France</i></div><div><br></div><div>Many corners turned beneath</div><div>pencil-thin stalactites, thousands</div><div>like upside down candles,</div><div>wet flames dripping.</div><div>Beyond my mind's</div><div>violence, there,</div><div>an ibex painted</div><div>in stalactite-milk</div><div>with wall-ooze for</div><div>a shaggy coat. Will it always</div><div>be buried? Memory</div><div>stumbling into mineral stillness.</div><div>crystallized, almost lucid, or carried -</div><div>a forgotten animal across</div><div>my shoulders, radiant</div><div>and awash in lactation, made</div><div>with hand, mouth, spit.</div><div><i>Dear friend, I remember</i></div><div><i>being painted </i></div><div><i>in coal and blood,</i></div><div><i>and the long gallery</i></div><div><i>where all souls parade.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-style: italic; white-space: pre; "> </span>- Ann Marie Macari</div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></i></div></body></html>