I step lightly onto the grassland
and hear a crunch with each movement
as I tread the lawn of this cryptic society.
A thin layer of ice crystals has preserved
its sanctity.  The final words spoken
here:
          earth to earth
          ashes to ashes
          dust to dust
          in the sure and certain hope
          of the resurrection
I scrape a frosty film from the granite
of a lone stone tablet to expose his name
to the subtle light.  Its permanence shatters
my spirit, and I shed hot, bitter tears
at his forever abode, cold, lonely
my precious ten-year-old.