Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade Naked bodies lie in waste Can you hear the concealed laments? Afraid to express Afraid to breathe Unable to stop the grief Teeth grind A young boy picks up a dried hip bone Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons Grimy boots unmercifully stomp Sleeping Kate showed the officers The skeleton she built out of bone fragments Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside With this truth, she died With their guilt, they continued life They tried. . . The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate But Sleeping Kate is always alive, Building skeletons in their minds. . . 4-7-13