A Piece of Rose

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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