In Memoriam

“You tried, Sweetheart,”
she whispered.
She tossed a handful of dirt
down on the coffin.

A cold wind blew.
The sky was dark. Acid
rained. Chaos.

Two-hundred some-odd years.

Well, not really such a good run,
after all.

Few came to the service.
Few knew who had died.
Or when.

Rest in peace, Dear One.
Blood will fertilize the ground.
Tears will water it. Hope
springs from the scorched earth.

Some day, we will learn.
Or not.

~ May 28, 2018