The stainless steel door has been locked,
The cement barrier achingly heaved into place,
The ropes released from between you and the darkness,
And the first mounds of earth returned to the ground.
In my mind's eye I see you still, silent, and cold,
Yet with a whisper of breathe,
And I wonder if one day
You will gloriously break through
The cement, and steel, and earth,
Or if your headstone will merely stand as you always did:
Unbroken, unaware, unchanged.
Rebecca Broeker holds a BA in English from Trevecca Nazarene University where she served on the Masthead of the Cumberland River Review. She resides in Washington State and is partial to beaches, museums, and blogging.