The Family That Slowly Burned Itself Down

I know this is a dark day,
      but the sun is shining like a bruise
on a marked woman full
       of hideous light
What will be left
       when the fires fumble
       to black day ash?
An entire family can't catch
       their breath left
       the last of Odessa
for weeping worship
       of reliable sorrows
This they can hold
      and say:  See what I've
      known and
Everyone's prayers are for me now
and
We must all lift this curse together
and
All days are dark
and
all Suns will shine