Saturday, April 30, 2011

Roses

ash covers her body even the
lining of her nose. someone has placed four
roses, dark as
ebony: one for mother, one for father, one for sister,
and one for – her

dry bones, crumple inward,
yellowing, fading to so much more
dust covering the resting ground,
every inch piled
ankle-sinking-high, where four
dearly departed trudge eternally

2 comments:

  1. :( This is tragic! But beautifully written!

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  2. Sad, death and decay. You create such vivid images.

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