We heard with superstitious earsand over our shoulders cast that condiment,a column of salt. Her heart bled, it thumpedto her anger at what God did, achedover the ashes of each house. over the ashes of Ash Wednesday,over the ashes of the day before,over smoking coals glowing withgodjustice. She stood unnamed becoming a pillar ofsodium chloride looking back,watching tongues of fire,watching pillars of smoke,watching her world burn,condemned for not keeping her grief hid. Jim Culleny, November 2008Enjoying the content on 3QD?