The final smile

You took me to the garden and I ignored everything that wilted

that I was minding a graveyard.

And on the surface, the gifts you collected - urns and dirt mounds

you constructed this place

the erasure, the washing, the tracks in the sand and oak

to birth unborn maggots.

Go ahead and bury, you do that so well, seeking what?

The electrical wire grinding your teeth into smiles

they look like headstones, sleeping in rows