SOLID GROUND
- Lorna James
- Mar 4, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 6, 2024
Author’s Note: “I wrote this poem after watching them lower the coffin of my father into the ground next to my mother.”
Hands crank coffins
into cold caves
each turn
shreds spirit...
pieces of it
buried alive
between them.
Mists of memories
of me
and my family still...
though solid ground between us.