It rained and rained. More rain,
we mumbled with withered breaths.

We questioned our fancy black limousines
for that day of the casket, voices

high, then low as she descended…
Watched from above, the trees drooped

as earthworms were fed the aqua of sky.
And so we slithered to the spot near

the side of the road where
we believed she could never be leveled…

This inhaling into streams, bodies immersed,
separated by real estate codes.