sparrow death

in the crematorium chapel 

she cries quietly
in the crematorium chapel

he watches on mildly

afraid 

afraid of her tears
afraid of her tears

silently he prepares

to say the right words

but she stays rooted

there on that pew

she stays rooted
she cries for a few

hundred thousand moments

she cries for her loss,
                    for his ashes

she cries for her loss,
                               but then she catches

                                  the eye of a sparrow

his eye is on the sparrow

he whispers

his eye is on the sparrow
                human knowing
 is far too narrow

so take comfort
in knowing
                                     that you are free
upon hearing his words she
slowly rose

his eye is on the sparrow