Spring Counts the Dead

I cannot bear it I have blocked out daylight from my bedroom. A beautiful Spring is coming, but the dead come with it. Every year bodies slide into the earth, the daffodils sprout, unearthed trumpets blare - an ominous silence. Here in Ohio, the Miami Indians built mounds in the form of a serpent. They understood that Spring was both hungry and dangerous. The elders were resigned. They knew that Spring arrives with a newly sharpened knife. The warming season, so mild and welcoming, quickly plows under another winter, and death works the plow.