Some loves we bury In shallow graves
EULOGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARDSome loves we burySix feet under; buried deep,Hail storms and thunder.Some loves we buryIn shallow graves,We walk away;
Though the dead Plead and mumble,Tongues pressingWet through The dusty gravel.We walk, we run;We flee, we travelAlways away; becauseSome loves we buryIn shallow graves,
And though the corpseIs cold and still,We dare not turnLeast we seeThrough the dirt Carelessly strewn
The delicate tumbleOf fingers aroundA pleading palm,
Still offering love,Begging tendernessAs an alm.Manuela Cardiga
Though the dead Plead and mumble,Tongues pressingWet through The dusty gravel.We walk, we run;We flee, we travelAlways away; becauseSome loves we buryIn shallow graves,
And though the corpseIs cold and still,We dare not turnLeast we seeThrough the dirt Carelessly strewn
The delicate tumbleOf fingers aroundA pleading palm,
Still offering love,Begging tendernessAs an alm.Manuela Cardiga
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