Cigarettes, lighter, bible.
This is her order of importance,
laying them out on the desk
as if they were trinkets to be sold.
For a brief moment, I imagine
her descendant doing the same
amongst the bony landscape
of an Irish bog. Peat, headscarf,
crucifix. That is the order
of importance now.
The objects remain still
throughout the class,
slowly absorbing themselves
into her. Perhaps one day
they will share the same coffin,
treasure for a queen entering
Valhalla, the order surviving
through her children, never breaking.
