Little Funerals
we bury the remnants
of the things we've lost
as if covering the tracks
of existence will somehow
relieve us
of the memory of what was
and we dig,
and we mask it,
in shrouds and in caskets
and we are forever attending
a succession
of little funerals
of the things we've lost
as if covering the tracks
of existence will somehow
relieve us
of the memory of what was
and we dig,
and we mask it,
in shrouds and in caskets
and we are forever attending
a succession
of little funerals