When I got home
I went out into the garden
Liking it when the frost bit
My old brown boots
And dug a hole the size of a baby
And buried the clothes
I’d bought anyway, just in case.
A week later I stood at my window
And saw the ground move
And swell the promise of a crop;
That’s when she started crying.
I gave her a service then
Sang Ye Banks And Braes
Planted a bush of roses
Read from the Bible, the book of Job
Cursed myself digging a pit for my baby
Sprinkling ash from the grate.
Late that same night
She came in by the window
My baby Lazarus
And suckled at my breast.