Pastel Shades Cover Despair

Mother dug furrows, with shoulder bones of elk, as  sterile soil  
sheds tears of  longing,  
 
Mother goes the distance, digs life  
 into dry acres that beg for rain.  
A single drop, lands on mother's shoulder,  as she begins, to dance  
 
Her worn leather boots, kicking  
up dust which clouds her vision,  
 her tears,  causing mud to stream  
 down her face.    
Birds anxious, flit by gathering words  
 to carry high to bring down the rain  
 
The checkered sky cries as yellow  
screams at the sun her jaw hinged  
like my ribcage  
 
Rain  seeps
Brass handle rivoted to my memories  
 placed neatly alongside brittle  
bones I care for them  as if they  
were something precious  
 
Sopping up basement secrets with flaccid skin  
Erasing shoeprints off wrinkled flesh  
I  can't see pain any longer  
I need it to come back It  comforts my dungeon painted  in pastel shades  
  covers despair  the stench  
 of my decay lingers