lebret, sask
Bryanne Lane
he gets sick on a wednesday
hospital brick bears the monday news
and the body is celebrated
near the crick, saturday service
roving route fifty six
tears of vacation town times
a church lawn pushes out
to the sleeping water of mission lake
gather on our blankets
blue denim and cotton shirts rather
we do not call this a funeral
thirty feet from the church to the yard
stonework slate over rooted bodies
of those who would not
live by Him
could not lay with their ancestors
under graveyard crags,
but his body won’t lay there
a cousin takes the path
up the hill, across the crosses
where the saskatoon berries grow
she gathers sage
her son stones
body of the berry bushes
further along
plucked with rough fingers
where we came from
Bryanne Lane is an emerging young writer living in Metro Vancouver, British Columbia. A prairie girl at heart, Bryanne enjoys creating poetry and creative non-fiction with a focus on natural landscape, womanhood, and modern sapphic love. She writes for the sake of writing, makes coffee for a paycheque, and bakes pies in the middle of the night because it’s fun.