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The Man Who Cried In Death

from Life, Death, Damnation, Peace by MDH

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Should I cry more?

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David loved his wife he found it easy to do, all the love saved for children he spent on Sarah too
She would cry for the babies who never made it to the air, imagine their faces, feel her hands plaiting their hair
David held his tears, set on giving comfort and strength, she would narrow at dry eyes - it didn’t make sense
They continued with dignity, he felt her pulling away, shirking the balm of his arms she couldn’t look him in the face

Late evening after toil of a day David slid his key out of the door
Curtains were drawn, the kettle was cold, one chair was pulled out on the floor
The one chair disturbed from its place, where presumably someone had sat
To write the note found on the hearth telling him she was not coming back
David’s heart like a weather-vane slowed as the night wind suddenly drops
He lowered himself in that kitchen chair and felt his blood starting to clot
The strength and comfort stored up inside was clogging his veins and his cells
And as he as losing consciousness, his sinuses started to swell

When the cops finally found him after 3 or 4 days, stretchered out the body and ambulanced him away
They scissored off his T shirt that was soaked to the skin, laid him out on the table: let the autopsy begin
The source of salt solution - his eyelids blue, though no longer circulation the water still seeped through
The doctors double-bagged the body so no dripping would show when they carried out the coffin and hoisted it below

By next Tuesday David’s end of the graveyard was noticeably waterlogged
And if you got close enough to see the stone was leaning loose in the bog
The night before, late dog-walkers remarked on a rumble from the earth
Loud enough to send birds from the branches - it transpired the double body bog had burst
Next Sunday Sarah, and her new friend Bill, stopped by to visit the church
David’s brother was angry she missed the funeral, he wouldn’t believe her excuse about work
Her friend Bill parked up and waited - he had never met David you see
Sarah said she’d only be a minute and then they’d go home for their tea

Sarah popped in and spoke to the vicar, who waved at the shady south grove
She ventured over precariously, her footing squirted on every stone
’Til with dismay she was nearing submission, but one grey fragment did coyly protrude
It couldn’t be from a fresh burial, but for the sake of final certitude
She planted herself and hanging onto a tree, leant over and started to read
The stone was wet through, but she could just about see if she narrowed her eyes: D A V
As she inspected she noticed the granite was polished and apparently new
A headstone unstained and weeks without rain, a force from beneath gave the ooze

Impulsively she let go of the branch and clutched at the stone in the mire
But digging her heels and shredding her nails she could not bring the slab up any higher
She turned to walk but fell over, her head struck a rock in the ground
Her feet had got stuck in the mud you see, took her balance when she turned around
The grave-plot was sopping like quicksand, yet it hadn’t rained since David’s death
And Sarah could feel herself sinking, and gasping her own final breaths
The vicar was stirred from his wardrobes and strolled out to decipher the fuss
But when he arrived at the doorway, the whole graveyard was all still and hushed

Bill had many questions when he came in from the car: what directions were furnished? Surely she couldn’t get far?
But the vicar cooly and calmly relayed that he quite simply pointed Sarah to where David lay
Yes, she seems to have vanished, yes, I detect your dismay
Disappearances are unusual but this wasn’t the first time that she had run away

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from Life, Death, Damnation, Peace, released April 4, 2019
Michael Humphrey

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