Burying Ground
B. Deily
Down the road, around the hill
Past the dust and railroad tracks
Where the dark woods whisper
She is gone
Where the water runs unseen
Faded leaves are rustling
The deadfall snapping
She is gone
A carpet of pine needles spreads to the burying ground
Petals scatter, seasons change
She is dust, she is no more
Only the ground remembers
She is dust, she is no more