by the soil and sown

a community founded
by grief and decay paying debt
warranting ones last ending
to final origin

once the curtains close
and grace takes a final bow
collecting our banquets
by the bone

in devotion to death
to promise growth

and life for the uprooted souls
left in loves wake
and proof for the indifferent

we pray for perspective and
someone prays for ours

when denying
eyes drawn to the ground
listening for amends
waiting on engraved
stone to speak
for the soil instead