in balvenie graveyard

how do we know how much to remember?

they’ve cleaned up the angry dead
all these lawn clippings
signify remorse-
I made it nice for you, Mom. Sorry I’m late…
tending regrets
keeping them safe

on the nether edge
those unseen
less tidy
how can we know how much they’re remembered?
queries the cricket-plaint:
Judge not by dirty stone.

small baby, I’m sorry, I don’t know
your parents too are long passed
blessings to you, old oak
stretched over those whose grass grows long
thank you for watching them
accept my offering