sorrow and the prospect of a resurrection

“The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.” 
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

untitled sorrow

"Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison/Mother I lost it all of the fear of the Lord I was given/Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to/Mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you"

--Samuel Ervin Beam

"Let be be finale of seem."

"how everything turns away/Quite leisurely from the disaster" from Auden's "Musee des Beaux Arts"