Bones, brittle, breaking
Caking into grayish particles of dust
Jagged fragments stick up through the oozing bronze mud
Who walked these steps?
Who’s voice quivered with disbelief at the
Scene that was about to unfold?
Did he scream, voice reverberating across the ancient trees
Or did his face contort in a voice-less shriek
Like the painting made famous by Norwegian Edvard Munch
And what of the witnesses- were they the cause of his demise?
Or did they hide, afraid that a similar fate would befall them?
Bending down among the patches of moss
My bones encased in flesh, I dig into the soft sludge
My nails fill with the matter beneath them-
Containing living organisms and retired DNA
My eyes close and I bring to life the man who lost his here
Here on this very spot- I see him tall, muscular with wild eyes
And torn clothing
I hear the pounding of his heart, I feel the heat of his hot tortured breath
I reach out to grab his hand
And my hand comes up
Empty
I dig more furiously now that I have seen him
Tears sting my eyes as I travel deeper into the earth
Finally my forefinger reaches something hard and round
I pull it out and pour the last of my bottled water over it
To clear away the muck
It half-sparkles in the sunshine, more of a glint
It is a gold wedding band
I rub it with the tail end of my shirt and see the words engraved inside:
“You are the love of my life. Forever. 0620-1114 .”
A deep sadness overtakes me as I feel the loss of this great love
A cloud passes over the sun and the world goes dark
For a moment
Sprinkles from the errant cloud rain down lightly upon my head
I close my eyes and feel the power of love radiating from that band of gold
And when I open them, I see a partial rainbow in the heavens
It is a sign and I know then that I have a job to do
The power of love reaches from beyond the grave
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