dust to dust….

Photograph by CWMartin

when your dust
settles back
into mother earth
and the tears
of sorrow
have dried
what sounds
will be heard
above the rumble
of time passing
a mumbled mantra
chanted to convince
others of their
love for you
or the roar
of deeds
well done

shallow grave…

time is short
i must rush
to prepare
this spot
before day’s light
strikes this earth
exposing to all
crimes committed
lies told
deeds done
in love’s name
none shall believe
the good
nor recant
their lies
pressed into flesh
their whims
painful memories
what was
might have been
slight-of-hand illusions
only the time
the time
to prepare
my grave