the Unnamed Grave – Kirli Saunders

No one
has laid a stone
for you,

No etched sand
or cross
to mark your passing

To honour
every kiss,
or sleepy smile,
every brow raised
in surprise,
or softened cheek.

No stone,
to indicate

That where
there is soil now,

There was
and blood
and bone.

That where
Stones now lie,

There were feet
made for dancing,

Feet that waltzed
their way
across the sea

To bring you home
to me.