In the green field stands a monument of grey concrete, a cross, a gravestone, a memorial

under which lies the bone crypt and in the bone crypt a dead heart.

in prayer, in pity, in forgiveness, strangers unable to cover it with god,

use rosaries.

A bird has flown through the stone heart stone, stone heart.

Now it bleeds through the cracks, it bleeds, I bleed with it.

Now passersby see the blue sky through a bird window, a window in stone.