Tuesday, December 20, 2011

faceless father

of the dying child
watching the grave being dug
by the cemetery caretakers
on a serene afternoon.
no sobs are heard, there is
no music playing, the air
is stiff, the trees are limp,
the undisturbed swifts of  fresh earth 
from 3feet under and counting
feels almost tender and calming.

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