Published in House of Horror and found here:
http://www.houseofhorror.org.uk/#/singing-hymns-as-the-grass-gr/4539993582We have stared with sad eyes
at the mound in the back yard—
that barely-there lump
among the grass and dirt. You can
scarcely see the marks
where we dragged the shovel,
our arms tired from the digging—
singing hymns
as the grass grew over you.
It would have been sadder still
had we placed you into the hole—
the open mouth of earth
that seems to ask about you. We can
barely remember the day
we placed you inside of it,
all red and perfect and motionless.
What rejoicing,
now that you are with us again.
