Port Of Souls. My second ekphrastic poem for National Poetry Month.

02 A new face in hell[19947]
I have lost it among these others
who, like me must be more water than fire.

Hell is home to the lost
sat on plastic chairs

among family and friends
who cannot remember who you are,
recount stories they cannot recall

repeating a few moments before,
eyes do not glint but watch

with you the rise and fall of her lungs
in hope she will awake and know them.

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