Damp gray locks of hair
Plastered on a balding scalp...
Flecked with mud,
Unkempt without a passing care.
Ungainly swath of wrinkles
crisscross an aged visage
Wet with rain and wet with sweat,
Hide the twin rivers of tears.
A full white moon gives watch
Veiled behind black clouds
A crying Earth below
The Suffering of tired souls.
Towering mound of clay grows higher
A wizened old man digs deeper
Drives himself tighter...further
Into a cold mother's embrace
Platter of rain, shovels of clay
Symphony to resurrected memories,
A dear long life well spent
Loved one buried forever shall remain.
The rushed first kiss, the exchange of rings
Love under the starlight, naked bath in the sea
Dinner by candles, faint smile on lips.
Raising a new life, aging all the time
Holding hands by the fire, content in being
Young and Vital, Old and Withered
Together a lifetime...now Never more.
No ceremony for his loved one
Except a final kiss on the brow
He lowers her into the puddle grave
"Thud, Thud", fall shovelfuls of mud.
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