I arose
To death
In my garden
This morn
Slumped
Lifeless
Blood lukewarm
Mangled maybe
But still whole
More or less
I think
I knelt
To grieve
In my graveyard
This dawn
Old cloth
Covered
Sheen of black
Hand shook
Heart raced
Eyes couldn’t look
I sink
I numbed
To knowing
In my mind
This wild
Boxed
Shut up
Shut in
Shut out
I need
A burial
I think