END THE BOOK WITH AN OPENING OUTWARD

Two last-minute additions as epigraphs to THE THORN ROSARY:

It is easy to break a child’s bones, smash saints,
Tear final chapters from books, grow flowers from wound.
But how to sweeten a stale tongue, how to find maps in snow?
—from “A Sestina Written in a Cold Land” by Fatima Lim-Wilson


I’m walking the angel home to its body,
one still possible to hold in unburrowed light,
—from “Room for Time Passing” by Ricardo M. de Ungria

They're epigraphs to the book's last section, which is "New Poems" -- I envision them as openings...in order to continue Poetry past a book's last page.