Black Sand at the Edge of the Sea

Soon I will be given to earth,
Folded in a death squat

Together with pig marrow,
Swan’s down, thread-leaved sundew,

Pitchblende sucking bones in.
Where is grandfather now?

My friend says think of old Walt
Bent over his dead enemy –

Touching lips to encoffined flesh.
So where do they live

The twin sisters Night and Death?
Will they wash the ground clean?