They don't tell you when you're gearing up for the big one
that there won't be a thing to do afterward.
I buried my valuables and hunkered down for judgment day
on their well worn advice.
It was hard without a husband, but I managed.
But now there's not a thing to do but sit
atop the knotted metal and boards shaped new
by wind stronger than an I had ever seen.
All that was of use to me is now trapped under dirt
and a pile that had been my equipment
and our home.
I sit and stare at the new shapes the wind made from hearth and earth.
Then it occurs to me:
They're going to find his body.
When I buried my valuables, I forgot to bury him deep.
