graveless

Measured footfalls
Step by step
Past the stairwell
The widow wept

On to remains
The empty husk
In hand a spade
For morbid task

Vacant stares
Almost indignant
All the same
Yet each one different

Grab the ankle
Heave and raise
A mindless job
Devoid of praise

Up and over
The rising heap
Almost silent
The final sleep

Pour the oil
Light the fire
Put to flame
The mangled spire

Burn. Burn.
Burn away.
Mayhaps in time
We find our way.