Day 88

(The Graves)

The living sleep between their dead.
On one side this man’s three children are buried
together in a single grave,
the way they liked to sleep
in one bed.  On the other side
of him, his wife
in a grave with women
she didn’t know, whom now
she will know through all eternity.
Am I living? He asks himself.
In the night filled with drones
he can barely hear his own breath.