I stood by until after the crew had filled in the hole, a fresh mound of earth rounded over them.
I wondered if the low gray sunless sky might open up and wash the thick red clay down the hill to color in the dark bay.
White sea birds of some kind were visiting, strutting around the perfect clipped green grass,
bobbing their heads to pick up tender morsels of whatever they found crawling among the tombstones.
The air was windless, humid, quiet, and I was finally alone.
They’d had a turbulent life together, hardly a moment’s calm, really,
but now they lay, silent together, side by side in perfect peace for the rest of time.