The day after the funeral
My swollen eyes see only
Steep cliffs of red dirt teeming with roots
Waiting to wrap your little box
To dust we shall return.
Only your sister’s weight
Curled on my lap
Kept me pinned to the earth
Studying the face you’ll now
Never grow into
Your mama passed out in front of the coffin
Well – the closest you had
It was her finger
Your little fist curled around
For the last time
Your mother lies next to you
The stones outlining your grave
In perfect miniature
And, underneath
Only the cool earth
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