In this dark night, as soul
I walk away from the funeral,
everyone a black umbrella
and rain sliding down
a rectangular bed of earth.
Listen to the grief song
that is my mother, her heart,
a storm, her eyes thundering
flickering clouds; my brothers
like two brown hawks circling
above a life-sized mirror.
I see what is before me, but
feel what I have left behind.
Someone throws a blood-red rose
crashes onto wood and bone...
the rest is soil.
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