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.