In a small, country burial ground beside a dirt road, far back on the right, in the back corner, by the fence, there is a small square hole, and a large pile of earth. Also, a small wooden bench or bier, made from a slice of tree, on post-legs. Green grass. New spring green grass. Behind, below the worn fence rails, rest the shovels, spooned. Quiet, under the rails, in the grass.

This is Josh McGowan’s grave.