Psalm Sonnet 9: The Triumph of Men

You can't see me from the road,
But the pick-up sitting cross-wise
In front of the gate suggests that
Someone's in the graveyard, wrestling

With demons. Why do we come here
To fill holes we dig for ourselves?
Why do we return to the dead
Long-since buried? Why won't we heal?

Only an incursion of grace
Can overcome the death of men.