Soul Keeping Company

The hours between washing & the well
Of burial are the soul's most troubled time.

I sat with her in keeping company
All through the afflict of the night, keeping

Soul constant, a second self. Earth is heavy
& I made no wish, save being

Mercly magical. I am magical
No more. This, I well remember well.

In the sweet thereafter the impress
Of the senses will be tattooed to

The whole world ravelling in the clemency
Of an autumn of Octobers, all that bounty

Bountiful & the oaks specifically
Afire as everything dies off, inclining

To the merciful. I would have made of my body
A body to protect her, anything to keep

Her well & here-in the soul's suite
Before five tons of earth will bear

On her, stay here
Soul, in the good night of my company.