Sonnet 226

I did not watch them shovel dirt on him
After he was laid in the cold black earth;
Surrounding faces seemed so wan and grim,
Staring at the epilogue of life’s worth.
Though hymns were sung, were none I do recall,
No words the preacher said rang clear, no none;
Someone mumbled something, and tears did fall,
With blank heaven above and a wizened sun
Looking down on black ants, that moved in mime.
I recall only sadness that day in June,
And many cheeks bleached by hot sweat and brine,
A world grey with voices out of tune-
A feckless god in an amorphous sky
And eyes bled red when all the grief ran dry.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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