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Poetry and Medicine
July 16, 2003

The Grave

Author Affiliations

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor.

JAMA. 2003;290(3):303. doi:10.1001/jama.290.3.303

The lawn lays out like a verdant jewel
its dewy blanket upon my feet
glistening green in the shimmering sun,
a blade for every kiss and sorrow
for every dream that's come undone.
The sun plays on its dappled coat
a green so deep it drinks you up.
I want to be among the blades
and feel the rush of wind and rain
that quenches all the souls below
whose breath the wind no longer knows.
The green fills up my mind at last
a peaceful cloak for those who've passed,
while underfoot it spreads my toes
I lay amidst the green and know
how cool it is down here below.
The sunlight tumbles through the leaves
and tufts of clouds float on the breeze.
The grass is comforting and soft,
the green in me is oozing forth
though I lay resting in my clothes
to its embrace I decompose.