Dust to dust

The raw edge of grief 

It cuts like a blade 

And I catch glimpses of it all the time, 

Almost out of sight 

But it’s burgeoning at the walls 

That bend out to touch me 

Almost 

It’s crawling under my skin 

Settling in the back of my throat 

Tasting like iron and salt

It might be over soon

We slave to create this, 

Law and Order, 

But 

The ocean is impartial 

Knows no mercy 

Has no qualms 

In its quells, rushing into your nostrils 

Taking your breath 

The earth will swallow you

Swallow us 

Don’t pretend you are different 

Dirt children, seedlings, 

Dust to dust 

Joy and Grief 

We walk together