closer Than sisters,
but so divided by oceans,
mountains, state lines,
that sometimes Hell seems
     nearer to grasp;
in Every other way but blood, 

Sombre comfort, freely given
across the movement of electrons,
followed by the great leola root war, 
thrown paint-filled balloons and anything else
          In proximity.
   twenty-siX voices,
     Echo into memory as each 
finds in life what was needed.
               i am left to Remember,
     their names a prayer of Stained glass
burning holes in my heart.