So you go about your life
but there’s a thread unraveling
Each year
the reading of the devastating list
each name hanging in the New York air,
the lips of their children,
their parents,
their wives,
dropping them into place
One woman
presses the back
of another
helping her go on
And still it goes
still only on the A’s
The bell rings
all of them the hardest
Strangers become relatives
The litany