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A bent knee ...

Cloaked in black nylon, a briny drop from
The smooth cheek, contingent baptism
For a closed hand, it's precious cargo,

Now consecrated by circumstance and
Fate, moments before this it was but
The root-stuff of weeds and worms,

Now the sacred repository for all words
Unsaid, all emotions unspeakable, all
Essences of parting. The earthy symbol

Of a concluded responsibility, elements
Of a soul displaced to the realm obliviate,
Gently fetched from the dark mound beside,

The loamy results of a somber chasm
Gouged from the grass like a war wound,
(Six feet deep). Hand trembling, the

Digits part and loose their dark cargo,
Meager clumps of rich soil tumble their
Way to the grave, bouncing into the

Somber cleft and clinking with little
Thumps on the polished wood vessel
Below, it's fine gold appointments glinting

Like sprites in the chill of mid-day brilliance.
A soft irregular drumming flows up from
The foramen as the soil reaches it's

Adamantine destination, like the sound
His fingers once made on the arm of
His favorite chair ... when impatience

Surged, or his twinkling eye anticipated
The regard of his beloved, her return
Gaze the reply to the soft cadence made,

Their furtive code to the corporeal
Reward to come. Countless such
Remembrances, now only JUST that.

This gentle thrumming made but sad
Sonance, a wordless requiem, final, the
Music of life and love shorn of it's sweet

Melody, divested and sacrificed to a
War half a world away, and a cause
And effort made as meaningless now

As the words just spoken, and the
Tear-stained hand, and the hallowed
Dirt set loose ...

To it's resting place.

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