Unweighted Dead

Like leaden leaves, day after day

Falls on your grave in high-piled drift

And no feet scatter it away

And no winds lift.

Who weep above it sum that weight

By heavy hearts and labored breath

For life alone must estimate

The mass of death.

While you, my darling, never know

The piling lead - your body far

Among deep roots, your spirit so

Remote a star.