A Story from the Grave
A Story from the Grave
Dtd. 10/30/06
It’s late morning as you gather.
Thin laser-beam rays of sunlight break through the thick clouds
above, piercing the dull and faded colors I see.
I watch from above, looking down like a bird perched in a tree.
I observe my audience, those who have come to see.
Some of you are crying, while others are somber.
Being in the crowd provides you some closure.
The sermon begins and ends in the same monotonous tone,
but it doesn’t matter because you aren’t paying any attention
to the words. His voice brings you a soothing comfort and
relaxation, as only a servant of God could provide.
The sermon has ended but you stick around.
You look down at my hard case and you speak to me, as
though I’m sleeping in my bed. You tell me things you
couldn’t say when I was here. You say you love me and
I will never be forgotten.
Touching my shell one last time before you leave.
I watch as you all leave me.
My new bed lowered deep beneath the surface.
Thud, thud thud
Slowly they replace the disturbed earth to cover me.
Scoop by scoop, I watch as they fill the spaces between the
earth and my box.
I come down to get a closer look to oversee the operation.
I catch up with you partaking in the foods.
You have been distracted from reality by the stories shared
by friends and family.
As the day comes to a close, your body is tired and worn.
Emotions drained.
Something catches your eye, you remember something I did
in this exact spot. We have either eaten, talked, slept or cried
at this spot and the memories come rushing back to reality.
Your mind racing, all you want to do is sleep, but you can’t.
You cry.
You second-guess, you feel it was unfair and blame is passed
back and forth to a now, inanimate object or illusion of what
once-was tangible.
It hits you again, you will never see me in this house anymore.
Exhaustion takes hold as you are in mid-thought.
I watch from above as you all sleep.
Some easier than others, but I intently watch over you all the same.
No more crying, no more racing thoughts.
I can now rest knowing you all are safe.
Now it’s my turn to sleep.
The thoughts and dependencies are no longer a distraction.
I feel at peace.I finally feel at peace.
