Burial
It’s not like in the movies:
no expansive green hillside
overlooking a flawless
earth. The sun isn’t
beaming and blood-free.
Voices aren’t in tune.
Truth is, you’ll probably find
yourself in a crowded corner
with others who have left
before you. You’ll feel
the feet of your mourners,
but your home won’t be in dirt.
As for those still here
to tread the windings,
none can know the spaces
in their hearts that will form vacuums—
preserved from frost and coals.
Maybe never to be unsealed.
by Janet Lynn Davis
from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 3, September 2006
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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