If Beauty Had Never Existed

She lies quiet, beneath the ground All the pain and passion shelved, Her beauty mute, muted by earth, And her child mute in the grave, besides; Silent now, no gasps or crying- Though nothing's fainter, than where no sound reaches. Her brow uncreases for the centuries now, Testament to a peace, so hallowed.. Earth's placid beauties, wrought with death Enfold the cold arms, of richer dirt, A small place to hold what once was huge, A plot of ground, our heart to sieve: Such beauty wasted on a tomb; Such innocence, from emptied womb. Pure loveliness mixed with stunted time- is it a crime That beauty once lived, only to die? For what if beauty had never been- Except for its death, stillborn within.. (in memory of Tricia, who was buried today, just three short weeks after her baby Silas was interred)