A Burial

Author Aaron Sun

A Burial

Aaron Sun

Grief is like the martyred soul 
Which buries its own body whole. 
Digs with spade and shovel, through dust and dirt, 
Until the corpse is covered by the earth. 
Little by little, inch by inch, 
A blanket over this small ditch. 
No procession planned or found, 
For this one lonely burial mound. 
Only man stands over his own self,
With tears of remembrance like snowmelt—
That water flowers to spring and grow, 
From the death of dreams from long ago.

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