there's something to be said
for digging a grave.
together, the clay it
binds us. it soils
our hands while we
work our way down.
two and a half feet of soil
is more than you'd
think it'd be, but together
we keep good pace.

and before being
laid to rest, one quick
round of photo's, all
smiles and jokes, deep
in the clay.
                      there's
something to be said for
filling a grave. it's closure
of the manual kind.
a few quick words, pat
the grass back in place
and we all move on.