Banshee

wails her pain at the world
her angst, rage, anger, grief
loss
disappointment
bitterness
until spent
she sobs
brokenly
in the alfalfa
young
soft
deep violent buds the reaper missed
at the edge of the field
in the shadows of dusk
the sun slipped below
the horizon
some time ago
she will not be missed … she is forgotten
again
again
again

how does life go on, she wonders
all that matters is lost
her little heart murmers
it will be all right
the crickets call
the grasshoppers pop as they jump
the mice rustle
the frogs croak
the sounds of evening all around her
a few birds still call
she thinks she hears the earth breath
she feels her heart thump against the dirt
…