When Dirt Strikes a Casket Shut and Lowered: two
By punchenella •
Two Shovels.
Father and Brother held tools . . .well
the picture is clear.
Alice is dead.
But the sound,
that fucking sound so thunderous,
so surreal and heavy enough to suppress
the sweet timbre of English hymn back
down toward earth, echoed like a mushroom cloud
in the brain ceasing all transmission.
Tears fell like bombs.