Solar

Six Feet of Heart Break
A cry in the night while sweat drenches the pores,
The handle it strains as the earth leaves the ground.
Burrowing a vessel, beneath the worlds floor.
A love six-foot deep and a casket earth-bound.
She cries from the distance as she hides in the trees.
The shoveling echoes, the only sound there.
The bed that's created for the deceased.
Bury the feeling and forget her affair.

Handle the framing and hammer the pine.
It will not collapse without your consent,
Well that's what they tell you as they build the confine.
But earth weighs more then wood on the caskets descent.
I labored to build it, beautiful in its fashion.
It seems I am fit for constructing this trap.
To shovel the crevice where the flesh waits to ruin,
Where our love will lay while not fit to unwrap.

I planned it all perfect- depth to position,
It's what I forgot that collapsed the grave.
A heartache to bury and not to be woken,
A funeral it seems, is not enough to save.
Enclosed alive or wreathed in deaths holding,
The moral remains of what we forgot.
The senses awaken as heartaches are folding,
And pain turns to comfort as our bodies rot.

I dug the grave, I built the frame.

I saw the coffin fall below.

I shed the tears, I spoke the name.

I died inside so long ago.