Through the blade and golden sheen
Its tiny bodily figure waded dusty brown
Unearthing tyrany's clay cracked clothes
Spade and shovel as man hole dug deeply.
Between expantion and contraction again
Spat gritty mouthfulls downward to the
Closed grave inside its busted womb.
It carried that grief across a thousand hills
Where your death evaporated like skin.
Down slender passes craggy cliffed skies
Lining its eyes with subtile relief coming
Thin veils in the inner atoms memory core.
Seed encrustings wanting pardon on laden
Lip to song the beloved expanse it left.