We buried Jacob last week

Casket closed on numbered arm

Room near empty

Roaring silence

Raves the resting

Soul to peace at last

We buried Jacob last week

Rachel clutching journal of a living hell

Old memories faded

Open graves yawning

Ovens that will never cease to

Burn into the future of the mind

We buried Jacob last week

Limp the hand that held to hope and freedom

Poor the solace

Prays the loved ones

Painful grip on nerves wrung raw by

Whispers never uttered in a newborn’s cry