Six days she lay inside the sepulcher
before I came to care for the newborn, the last
daughter in the direct line of Eden. Adam
had burned the forest down to show the Lord his anguish
and fires rose all the way to the lost continent
of Heaven. I latched the baby and she fell
into a comfort as smoke filled up the skies.
I swept the ashes out of the house for I knew the Lord
was grieving. But it was only I at the funeral who understood
the way a husband suffers, like now when I see him reach
for the remnant of his rib, I know what his fingers find
missing there is so much more than bone.