Some loves we bury In shallow graves

EULOGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD

Some loves we bury

Six feet under; buried deep,

Hail storms and thunder.

Some loves we bury

In shallow graves,

We walk away;

Though the dead

Plead and mumble,

Tongues pressing

Wet through

The dusty gravel.

We walk, we run;

We flee, we travel

Always away; because

Some loves we bury

In shallow graves,

And though the corpse

Is cold and still,

We dare not turn

Least we see

Through the dirt

Carelessly strewn

The delicate tumble

Of fingers around

A pleading palm,

Still offering love,

Begging tenderness

As an alm.

Manuela Cardiga