To a Grave Marker

Translated by Benjamin H. Jackson

Golden stone,
Silver stone,
Stone with precious
Metal leaf,
The woman we give
To you (Jesus, so young)
Is used to soft caresses.
She takes her coffee before dawn.
Small pitcher of wine at noon.
Late in the day, with the falling sun,
She roasts and bakes.
She wants deep beds to sleep in,
New, fresh comforters over her.
She wants her pillow filled with down.