Post Mortem

Lying in the wakefulness of my grave,
Earth pressing down,
grips my limbs.
Sound of rain
Slapping on the soil seal
That holds me still
And forms the solid darkness
Pressing on my eyes
And on my heart.
January rain
To damp the summer night,
To seep through the darkness
And nestle against me
Like the earth,
and like the earth
To still me,
Stop the words I want to
Say.
Fill my mouth and ears.
Kill all sound.
Make my death complete.
I tried to find the words.
But there is no sound.
It was washed away with the rain.
Lies dead with me
In my grave.

© Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2012

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