Where the Truth Lies


In the ground, with nothing still,

rotting and living,

nourishing another day. For today

just isn’t ready.

 

In the silent mutual walk to the graveside.

In the being, the togetherness-

the sole sounds the acknowledgement

of all our footsteps slow-marching.

 

We carry your memories around

lighter than the casket we allowed

you to be buried in. We have to

believe in your resurrection.

 

But three days is a long shot.

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