displayed at the funeral service /      on our door

is a bird’s nest in the funeral wreath

we took home that fell off our door

on the ground     which is not where

birds belong /      on the ground

 

the priest was high

as grandpa was kneeling      wobbling

with his mom /      on the doorstep

two eggs were cracked

and a baby on the ground /      holding the urn

 

at the cemetery

the priest demanded my strength

blessed rather my might

and pointed me to grab the box from grandpa

 

at the cemetery      /

he held his mom

and breath      heavy

for a 91 year old /      the ground was not so deep

yet the pot was      planted clean

into the earth      by us and before

we wipe our knees      / we scrape the bird off

the ground and /      a soap plant buds

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