Life

Standing among the stones.
Wind whirling, head swirling.
I look around and all I see is bones.
People pointing,Priests praying.
A shovel scraping along the concrete 
the bell bangs once.
The digger starts digging,
Children crying women wailing.
The gates have opened tears fill my eyes like water fills a sink.
Its over its done  I cover my eyes.I say
I am fine but we know that is lies
my head tilts towards the sky 
the clouds separate an event which I am most familiar.
Thunder Thumps in the sky 
like her heart used to before she said.
Goodbye.