THE ANDROIDS BURIAL
‘Twas
summertime I buried her.
The
ground was hard and dry as bone.
Merciless,
the scorching heat of fiery midday sun,
beat
down on parched and arid soil.
No
breath of wind, no sign of life or mortal toil.
I was
quite alone.
The
hole we’d dug two days before.
With
clank and hiss, hydraulic arms and iron claw
scoured
down into that hard and unforgiving ground.
Of
natures music not a sound.
Through
the shimmering haze of heat,
ropes
burning into hand.
I
watched her slowly settle,
to
her final resting place beneath my feet,
and
memories all came flooding back
of
summers past and flowers in the meadow
of a
green and pleasant land.
And
bitter tears flowed down my cheek.
But
unlike sweet and gentle rain,
they
only added to the pain.
No
flowers now, just thistle, dock and nettle.
And
then from nowhere, billowing and black,
a
candy floss of clouds appeared.
As if
to celebrate - or mock - my loss
torrential
rain poured down and filled the hole right to the very top.
And
buoyant to the last my beloved, up did pop
as if
to have one last gasp of air
and
protest at the fact that death , until now dusty
had
changed it’s mind to make her bones
go rusty.
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