Crypt

[incantation]

Did believers rehearse scenes from a future dream, tears timed ready to stream
With light from the equinox. Did the deceased dream about clouds of
Bone, with the hands of the wind and those of spirits 
Cradling the moon 
as the dead were
Buried in La Hougue Bie, last fingerprints 
Of flesh, sky like a coffin. Works of
Pottery perfected with the moon's
Synchronicity, manifestation of
Form, seat for the soul, winds 
Pray with la Hougue Bie between
Their palms to instruct lightning 
To strike without sound, between
Fingertips, the span of
A life, solstice and equinox.
Seance with thunder for 
Those who heard lightning 
In their last dream.