Finn Phillips
We went out into the field of long grass. I held the lantern while she sought a place to nest and at
last made herself one.
— Thank you.
I piled dirt over her.
— Thank you.
I piled heavy stones over her.
— Thank you.
I dug until I could no longer see her form, and the poppies marched up the hill. Then it was done.
I knelt down, laid my hand and felt its side rise and fall with warm breath.
— [ Very faint] I'll sleep well tonight.
