Remains

 

If I could have a small taste

of the honeyed sap of hope

left behind

to rot

in the cracked clay pot

after the feast

of our mother's saints

would I be sated

or would the bile

bitter

and

biting

dissolve

 my resolve

leaving

behind

only a desiccated

pile

of ash

and

bone

NaPoWriMo Day 21