the horse's hooves

strike surely down

with solemn tread

along the path

taken many times

before.

This winter

the ritual procession

etched in black

against each later dawn

has worn a frozen

path. Snow clumps,

thick masses press

against new stone;

hides names and dates,

leaving marker-tops

silent nameless sentinels

as guides to the place

of the dead.

(where all are alike,

at the last-save one.)

turn the earth

dug out with great labor

dark rectangle awaiting

the coffin. Pallbearers

black figures stark forms

against bright snow.

Mourners follow,

breath trailing pale plumes

frost and rise

in the still air.

The stone, carved words.

In place. Coffin lowered.

Drone of words, foreign tongue.

Black clad man. Hand moving.

...in nomini patri

et filii,

et spiritu sancti...

Clink of beads, silver cross.

Earth falls down, soft as rain,

slowing rising up

to the level of the land,

casting shudders

like waves lapping

beneath the cliff

over stone.

The Countess turns her gaze

beyond new stones,

iron grating obscuring trees,

past the land beyond,

secure and firm,

leading, deceiving,

to the end.

Air beyond.

Space below.

Stone the cradle.

Death the sleep.

(by her own hand.

We loved you.

by your hand

would have done anything

for you. With our love.

by your hand)

She turns away, and finds

her niece's father

eyes fixed on

the unseen cliff.

Tears pooling in her eyes,

regretting

she now lives

while another is gone.

she watches blindly

last clods of earth

falling

and remembers

distances travelled

and created

between lovers, loved ones,

family and friends.

sees

Josette's final smile,

Calm eyes.

Clouds passed before

the silent moon

before glass shattered,

Door closed.

Her disappearance

into darkness.

Body washed white

by the tide

face turned from

the morning sun

torn away

by stone.

turn the earth

1ight fading

turn the earth

Newest stone catches

last sunlight

shadowplay upon

carved words.

Names and dates.

Recording the passage

of one who came

half a world

to know death.

Procession leaving.

Gate closing.

Latch catching.

turn the earth

come sundown

another mourner

rising

turn the earth

toward night