a child’s first funeral (or pet cemetery)

Fred died
and then Mommy cried
for heaven.

Grandma Helen
rests in our backyard

a crib of fleas
and the color red

wagging tails paint
a child’s first funeral

and their makeshift
tombstones of brick
and mortar
briar.

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