I married
in the world’ s black night
for warmth
if not repose.
At the close —
someone.
I hid with him
from the long range guns.
We lay leg
in the cupboard, head
in closet.
A slit of light
at no bird dawn —
Untaught
I thought
he drank
too much.
I say
I married
and lived unburied.
I thought —