She saw the place,
Earth newly disturbed.
The other graves were grassy
And herbed.
But this one was dark with dirt.
And she knew.
But still, she needed to make certain
And pulled away the earthen curtain.
And saw a shroud conceal the face
That brought him carelessly to this place.
How could she tell him this was true?
What would he do?
What would he do?
She removed the gauzy shroud
Hoping to see a different face
But it was his love now still as stone,
An empty vessel of flesh and bone.
She set about to replace
The shroud and dirt upon the face,
And gathered up his his fatal loss,
And left the grave site to the moss.
So powerful. Such a good use of language.