Post-Mortem Remarks
By: Loukia Borrell
The Mark Literary Review
2021
Republished in Cerasus Magazine, 2021
The first time I went back,
The dirt was lumpy and piled high.
After it rained a few times,
The dirt settled and was flat.
I stood over you and felt I could
Still dig you out, before the grass
Would come in and make it harder
To figure out where to start.
I could open the vault and coffin,
Pull you out and breathe in life.
I had something to show you
Neither of us knew before you died.
Some of your friends are in here. Lee and
Vince. Dean and Virginia. Others you
Will get to know. Make sure you look
For June and Florence, older ladies,
And the babies and little girls who
May still need mothering, and
The gentleman toward the back of
The cemetery whose headstone
Begs your pardon for not getting up.
