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Melody's Burial

I watched them bury her today.
She was just an infant,
A newborn babe.
She didn’t know who held the spades.

Her family was gone.
There was no one left,
Except the dead child,
The gravediggers and me.
No one else.

People had had their say,
And when it was over,
Had gone their way.
Rest in peace, Miss Newborn Babe.

Then the gravediggers too,
They were gone, that strange crew.
And then there was only I,
The babe, the new-turned earth,
And the weeping sky.

-- Naman Crowe


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