Parts Of A Whole.

When the counting started
It was in whole parts
Her and her
Made them
But the numbers they grew
And the bodies piled high
While the time stretched
Over and away

So now it’s but parts
Some whole
And some halved
Those point threes
Sit next to their whole sisters
Those point threes each week
Become whole by the next
And another woman is spliced

Out across time
Those points are made whole
Those women who loved
Who were solid and alive
Whose echoes are listened to now
Their numbers are counted
And are remembered by name
Just parts of a whole no more

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