The man, body and stranger arrive to a mesa. They don’t up.
The stranger says this place is just his people’s burial ground. But sacred all the same.
We take our hands to dig. A spot for this body to rest at last. It is a slow duty.
The sand shifts and slides, tumbling back to the hole
We are done at last
The body will live forever in a hole 6’×1’×4′.
Til the flesh rots and the bones eventually rise. Bleached by deaert sun.
The next tim3 someone finds this body she may be 1 whitened skull.