Compost Grave‐Song

At the back of the house by the compost Is the plot where my brother lies dead. “He got lost” That's what I told them, And I'm mocked by the stone on his head. How could I have known it would be like this? It was a mistake! Moss on the carving Covers your name. Return to the dirt…. My memories…. Fading….. And I am to blame. I left you in the dirt that day. How can I stand by your bed? I am a fragment of stone that was broken. Oh, your mind.. Still alive in the trees. Washed away, My mind is distilled into the purest form of grief. Show me your face, my brother forgotten. Let me go. Let me recall. Six feet below… five decades away. You are gone but somehow I stay. Place upon me your blanket of soil. Dead branches above, A chasm beneath me. My regret fades to thoughts I can’t place My mind aches to join you. If only that I could forget.

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 17, 2025