Alabaster
White
in
the light
of a day
you should have seen, I
see the tombstone / you should have had:
alabaster, shimmering / as brightly as you did.
But
I
only
lay you down
wrapped in a blanket,
give you / to the earth as once I
picked you up, because alabaster stone / is too much
money, and you were too young / for the world to care. I turn back, crying, and see / your smile
in
the
shadows
of the house,
your love / for life in
the dreams that lie / broken, dead, as
I
stand
alone.
