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.