The thunder peals so loud I hold my ears,
and shut my eyes against the fulgent flash,
as lightning slashes through the blackened sky.
Oh, please, have mercy, give me one more day.
I've laid my stillborn son within her arms,
cocooned in quilts she'd sewn before the fire.
The agony consumes my tortured soul
as rain for which I'd prayed now fills the grave.
Yet hard and fast the raindrops come in sheets
to wash away the earth I'd dug in scoops.
Exhausted now, I stare, as mud slides down
into the hole in ugly rain-swept globs
where lies my precious love, my hope, my life
and beats upon the withered stalks of grain.
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