The Night’s Burial
When the wailing of the night has hushed
Be gentle and give me to the earth.
Make soft a wound in sand-grain flesh
And hide me there quietly.
Let no usurper snatch my rest.
In darkness I ached my final breath.
My raging absence will set aflame
Each door that brought my children shame.
But you, my love, must look away
For again I’m crushed inside this grave.
My eyes now hide what my arms carried.
Hold close my children when I am buried.
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