CELINE'S INSTALLMENT

Fallen as stones
dead or picked up
on grave sorrows
as white crosses
and yellow icy
coats of stars
chant over the earth,
you laugh at us
in your installment
of combs, hair,
unlucky charms,
margins in breastplates,
fingers in papers
hidden histories
black and white photos
stationary love letters
left for our conquerors.