Silent Space
Her ghastly remains
secreted for
the past
fourteen Summers
under a thin layer of dirt
above and below
thin lumber – cut to size
perfectly
separates her from another's
putrefaction.
Five others,
also unknown & unloved
with her
in one hole,
dug for
paupers.
No cross & no name.
But ultimately
all is bone and dust
That drifts.
Julie Clarke, February, 2012
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