Monday, 8 September 2014

Burial at the Beach


The kids spent time digging,
their hands aching from sand.
They spent time planning
depth and length of the hole.

What they didn’t know was -
it was the perfect size for a crouching adult,
the perfect size for an avalanche,
the perfect size to sink one of them,
sand funneling into her lungs,
one hundred pounds of suffocation.

Her parents dug and dug and dug. 
They are still digging,
drowned by their child’s grave,
how it kept collapsing inward
the louder and louder
they screamed.
Nine-year-old dies when a hole she was digging in the sand caved in and buried her
 ©Kristina England
Kristina England resides in Worcester, Massachusetts.  Her poetry has appeared at Gargoyle, New Verse News, Poetry24, and many other journals.

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