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
          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.