Max & Dot are dead.

I buried them in the sand
Watched them dissolve in the muddy earth
At first, they looked deeply into one another's eyes
For the last time
Held hands
Then let go
Turned to look me in the face
Nodded at the same time
And with prophetic love, companionship
And a wave of sorrow
I watched them limb by limb
Inch by inch
Disappear.

Max & Dot are dead.

I threw up parts of myself I wanted to explore
Parts of the earth, humanity
That resides and boils in us all
They are dead
But their spirit and their story
Remains in the grains of the sand
The earth
The dirt
I like to think
As their faces became fully submerged
In the muddy clay
Perhaps their pinky fingers interlocked

Underground.