A Strange And Unexpected End

And the little girl whistled a tune
Ancient in it's delicate tonal beauty,
New possibilities seeming to sing themselves
To me, as she held my wrinkled hand
And, slowly led me up a winding hill, to
The broken gates of the graveyard

I will be strong, I will be brave
As we walk in, hand in hand, this little girl of five
Skips along unafraid, her little face
The epitaph of innocence, here to save
Me I know she can save me,
Patiently, she waits as I pause for a breath of

Air in this death place, the monuments of
Other people's lost lives tower over me like
Sky rise blocks of ice; cold, dark, weighted
Down the old church path we go, her
Little voice growing louder as she begins a
Lament (or is it a requiem?):

'Two little snakes
Lost inside a box,
Two little lovers, find
Five lies but not
Two halves of a whole
Dice showing opposites
Of One Life'

We stop at an unmarked grave, where the little girl,
Quite impossibly, and terrifyingly , rises off the ground,
Levitates two feet above a hole
Big enough to bury me

'In you get', she says, sweetly
So I do, I climb in, my thoughts lost in the
Poetry of this strange and unexpected end.